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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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I'm Right Here

Yandere Elliott finding out your pregnant

Elliott x FEM bodied reader

This is based on a scene in the game after you divorce Elliott. Mentions of depression and an attempted suicide.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

You looked at the pregnancy test on the sink, the two little lines indicating a whole new world of bullshit. Five months ago you and Elliott had gotten divorced, his obsessive behavior finally becoming too much for you but now...now what you wouldn't give to have him here at least to comfort you.

Three months ago you and him were at the Saloon and you both had one too many drinks and one thing led to another and in the morning you had a familiar ache between your legs and enough energy to run out of his cabin without looking back.

Looking at one of the tests you put one in your pocket and take a deep breath, he's got to know. You have to tell him, you have to tell him a lot of things.

You go outside in the pouring rain, the flag to your letterbox is up, you open it and see a letter from Elliott asking you to come to the beach.

You feel sick to your stomach, so many horrible possibilities run through your brain. You two haven't spoken since that night and you've heard from Leah that he wasn't doing so great, her and Willy keeping an extra sharp eye on him. It made your stomach churn, fear that you'd miss your chance to tell him.

Shoving the thoughts down you decide what must be done, you turn towards your house to grab a jacket finding it locked. You curse, Elliott most likely still has his key. Hopefully you can catch him on time.

By the time you make it to the beach, Elliott's standing in the dock, he looks weakened like he hasn't been taking care of himself, the bags under his eyes are deep and prominent, the he looks thinned out, his muscles looked weak, even his hair looked greasy.

"Elliott?" You call out coming closer to him, you're shivering and when he turns to you he notices.

"What are you doing without a coat?!" Elliott says rushing to meet you in the middle of the dock, he throws off his jacket and puts it in you.

"I locked myself out.." you admit shamefully.

Elliott sighs and pulls out his house key from a chain around his neck, with it his wedding ring.

You don't want him to take it off, it physically pains you to see the chain come off and fall into your hand.

The cold metal of your ring presses against your chest and reminds you that you two are more alike than you think.

"Why did you want to meet here?" You ask clutching the necklace tightly.

Elliott's quiet for a moment, then he walks towards the edge of the dock and speaks:

"Remember the last time we were out at sea? I spent a long time thinking about it after finishing my novel..."

You did, you remembered the entire moment like it just happened and you loved every moment of it.

"I always knew things wouldn't end well between us and deep down I always knew I'd never see the day I'd grow old."

Cold fills your veins, dread fills your heart. You reach forward and hesitate to grab his hand, to pull him off the dock and into his home.

"As it turns out not only are the unsuccessful but the unfortunate are afraid of death.."

"Elliott.." you say.

He turns and smiles at you, he lets out a small chuckle and says;

"Don't worry I'm not going to die I'll probably come back as a fish or something.."

Without thinking you throw yourself at his back wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms over his chest, he stumbled backwards.

"WILLY!" You scream out, hoping that he hears you.

"(y/n)!" Elliott almost yells at you. "Let me go!"

"No!" You scream out. "WILLY GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!"

Thunder roars and Elliott moves swings you around trying to get you off of him.

"If you go, you're going to take the two of us with you!"

Elliott pauses, your weight is doing more to him than you think, without thinking he reaches behind him and presses a hand to your unusually firm stomach.

You're starting to cry the rain thankfully mixing your tears. Finally the door to Willy's place opens and he sees you two.

"HELP ME GET HIM OFF THE DOCK!" You yell.

Willy understands what's happening immediately, and rush to help you. You hop off his back and Willy helps you take Elliott back to his house. He doesn't fight you two.

You three enter and Elliott goes on his bed and sits there unable to look at either of you.

"Keep him inside." Willy says, "I'll go get Harvey."

You nod and sit with him.

For a moment the only sound you two hear is the rain hitting the ceiling, the smell of the rain and sea mixing together in the house.

"You didn't mean Willy up there." Elliott says softly.

"No.." you say, "I didn't.."

"Are you pregnant?" He asks looking over at you, his eyes are red and he looks so broken.

You nod and start to tear up. For a moment he's quiet, and then he looks over and with humor in his voice he asks;

"Is it mine?"

You grab his pillow and make a swing at him, he smiles and puts a hand up to deflect the hit.

"Asshole!" You grunt out, Elliott grabs the pillow and you two struggle with it before the both of you are hanging onto it tightly, you're glaring at him but he's got happy tears going down his face.

"I know I'm just joking."

You let go of the pillow and he puts it beside him.

"I'm keeping it." You state, "I know you don't want to stay but...but if you did and if you wanted to know them..you're more than welcome to."

"I'm gonna be a dad." He breathes out.

"Ellie..." You say, "You can't try and leave like that again..please I can't..I can't- they won't understand and I'd..I'd miss you too much."

"You'd miss me?" He scoffs.

"I wasnt that drunk." You say the tears come easily.

"I miss you, I know how you can get but if we can work together on it so you don't keep me in bed rest just because you're jealous..."

Elliott winced, he isn't proud of his past actions.

"Then I'd welcome you back.."

"Ok." Elliott states, "I'll work on it, I'll get better and I won't leave you, I don't think I'd have it in me after..this."

You press the hand that still holds the necklace and press it back into his hand. Wordlessly he unclips the necklace and puts his ring back on his finger.

"I'll get you a new one." He promises.

"No need." You say pulling your necklace out and unclip it and put your ring back on your ring finger.

Once you're finished you notice Elliott's watching you, for how long you don't know. You stare at each other for a moment before he leans forward and kisses you. You pull yourself more on the bed, Elliott presses himself against you like you're air, like he's trying to make sure you know how much he loves you. His hand goes on your stomach and he breaks for air, his head going into your shoulder. You feel his entire body start to shake and his small cry goes to a sob.

You hang onto him tightly, as his cries continue to grow.

"I'm sorry." He sobs out, "(y/n) I'm so sorry, for everything. I love you. I swear I do I'll get better for you, for us, I swear."

The door opens and Harvey and Willy walk back in.

Elliott and Harvey talk for a long time, Willy stands at the door and you sit beside Elliott holding his hand.

At the end of it, Harvey says he's going to call a friend in the city for Elliott but tonight he shouldn't be alone.

"He can stay with me." Willy states, "Or if (y/n) wishes to keep an eye on 'im."

"I'll go with them." Elliott says, "They locked themselves out and I still have my key.."

Harvey nods and looks over at you for reassurance which you give in the form of a nod.

Once you and Elliott reach your place and he unlocks the door you're both soaking wet.

"I'll go get some spare clothes." You tell him, "I still have some of yours.."

When you come back into the living room Elliott's taken off most of his clothes and set the wet ones in the dryer.

You've seen him naked before, you've seen him fully clothed, but you can never prepare yourself the sight for how beautiful he is to you.

You wish the storm had taken out the power because you're blushing so incredibly hard at the sight of him.

Elliott gives you a soft smile at the notice of your expression. He walks forward and kisses your forehead before taking his clothes into the bathroom.

A few minutes later you're changed and both of your clothes are in the dryer, Elliott comes out holding one of the positive tests in his hand. He looks up at your with tears running down his face and asks:

"Can I frame this?"

You giggled and nod, grabbing his hand you lead him to your bed, hesitantly he puts the test on the nightstand and crawls under the covers with you.

"Are you sure?" He asks

"Yes." You say, "Are you ok with it?"

"Absolutely," Elliott says, he takes your cold hand from under the covers and presses a kiss to it. "I haven't been able to sleep since we divorced."

"You slept pretty well last time I saw you." You grunt out curling towards his chest.

"That's because I had a wonderful work out before then." He says,

You both chuckle at his response and you sneak one of your hands in his, gripping it tightly.

"I'm right here." He says, "I'm right here."

"So am I." You say, "I'm not going anywhere again."

Elliot's hand grips yours and his other sneaks around your waist.

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diaperdragonrider69 · 2 months

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A fantasy I would love to happen.

I would love to be found out by a friend that I wear diapers and I like chastity they have me come over and tell me to bring my diaper bag with diapers and a onesie we need to talk. As I am packing my bag I also packed my chastity cage with out knowing I did. I arrive at there house they invite me in as I walk in they take my bag and tell me to have a seat while they put my bag in the bed room. They come out with drinks only my drink is in a bottle we talk and drink then that ask if I am ready for a diaper and change of clothes I said yes they say first I need a blind fold. They put a blind fold in me and lead me into the bedroom they had already looked threw my bad and found everything in my bag and didn't want me to know. They undress me lay me on the bed they put a pacifier in my mouth and tell me I can't talk when I have my pacifier in they say need to secure the baby so they don't fall of the bed. They pick a diaper and put it under me they are baby talking to me and thing's I am enjoying it a lot what I don't know is they know a lot about chastity and have wanted to have a chastity baby of their own so as thing's go they put some lube on the tube of my flat cage and a little on the opening of my pee pee and all around then they put the ring on and I don't really notice it. They are talking more to me and distracting me then they start feeding the tube in then I realized what is happening I try to make them stop but they don't finally they fit the two pieces together and lock it shut. Then they start telling me about how thing's are going to be and what we are going to be. They take out my pacifier and ask if I have any questions I say yes I can't be like this because of my wife they then tell me they had already talked to my wife and she knows about this and is ok with it. Then they take off the blind fold and put the pacifier back in as they powder me and seal up the diaper then they show me a very cute onesie that was not the one I had in my bag and they showed me it locked and they had that key and the key to my cage on a chain and put it around their neck. They help me off the bed and put on my onesie and lock it shut I notice the onesie makes me waddle they take me back out to the living room to lay on the couch and cuddle while they pat my diaper and feed me bottle after bottle to make me wet more so they can change me later. After a few hours I need a diaper change and they are excited to change me we go to the bed room they change me and put on a different outfit they pack my bag up with my clothes and walk me to the door and send me home in my outfit they tell me to come back the next day to play baby and more they also say I better be in a diaper for work and when I come over the next day the diaper I am in better need to be changed. I tell them I will but I need my key to take the cage off they tell me no it might come off tomorrow and we will have some other fun things to do tomorrow have a good night and see you tomorrow evening.

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givemea-dam-break · 1 year

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a/n: part 5 of my lockwood x reader enemies to lovers!!! i did not expect it to get to this many parts, but you all seem to love it, so i will not disappoint! thank you @superpositvecloudshipper for giving me inspiration for an idea :) this one is a little less violent in terms of cases than the other parts and focuses more on emotions - ngl it got me in my feels

warnings: minor descriptions of death, lots of emotions, very minor injury gn reader

full series collection: here

You should turn the case down. You should turn to Lockwood right now and tell him no, refuse to go and just let him, Lucy, and George go themselves, but you can't open your mouth. It feels like your body has been locked into place, unable to move as you listen to the woman in front of you explain what's going on in her house.

"My nieces were visiting the other day," Miss Loren, a frail woman despite only being in her thirties, says, "and, while they were playing out in the back garden, they started screaming. When I managed to get them inside and calm them down, they told me they saw a ghost - a young girl, not much younger than you. She didn't make any move to hurt them, nor has she tried to since, but even I can sense her. The whole house... smells like evil, if you know what I mean. She's lurking, and I'm worried she'll harm the girls."

Lockwood nods, offering her a reassuring smile. "Of course. If you're happy with it, we'll come round tonight to scout out the house and get rid of her. Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?"

Miss Loren nods, brushing her hands over her jeans. "Yes, I haven't been in my house for a few days. Here's the key."

She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a silver key and passes it to Lockwood. With trembling hands, she takes a sip of her tea. George is watching her closely, not because he's concerned but because of one of the few rules in the house: no one can eat the cake or biscuits until the client has, and Miss Loren hasn't touched the plate of assorted biscuits.

"I best be off," she says. "If you could give me a call in the morning, I will come meet you back here and organise payment."

Standing, Lockwood smiles a little brighter. "Thank you. I'll show you out."

The two disappear from the living room, and it feels like a thick blanket has been removed from your head. You can breathe a little easier.

Lockwood returns a moment later. "So! We've got a case."

"I'll head to the Archives," George says, shutting his notebook with details from the meeting. "I'll be back for four. That gives us enough time to get there, right?"

"Should do." Lockwood glances at his watch. "I'll head to Satchel's, pick up some bits and bobs. (name), Luce, do you guys mind oiling the chains and packing the bags ready?"

Lucy nods, but it takes a minute for the words to register. Slowly, you nod, too.

"You okay, (name)?" Lockwood asks, frowning.

"I'm good," you say. "Sorry, I'm a bit out of it. I've not had any tea today."

He doesn't seem overly convinced, but with one more concerned glance at you, he grabs his coat, throws it on, and slips out the front door. George leaves shortly after.

In the basement, Lucy plays music from an old stereo as you both sit on the ground, cleaning and oiling all of the chains you own, picking and choosing which you think will be best for the case. It's boring work, but you don't seem to mind it today. It helps keep your mind moving.

"You know, you don't have to come on the case if you're not comfortable with it, right?"

You look up at Lucy and frown. "What?"

She shrugs. "Your reaction back there. Something's up. You don't have to tell me, but you don't need to come along. I'm sure we can manage it by ourselves."

"No, it's fine," you say. "I, uh, I have a feeling I'll be helpful with this one."

She looks confused, but she doesn't push the topic any further which you appreciate.

You've only been with Lockwood and Co for a few weeks now, since agreeing to join their team, but already you're starting to bond with Lucy. She was hired shortly after your fallout with Lockwood, which feels like years ago, so you never really harboured a grudge against her. It made it easier to become friends with her, and also makes sharing a room a little less awkward. In fact, you've spent a few late nights together talking about your lives, your interests; just anything that came to mind.

So you're grateful that she's learned when to lay off a topic that makes you uncomfortable.

There's comfort just sitting with her, cleaning the chains as music blares so loudly that you've probably damaged your eardrums. It's different from what Lockwood makes you feel, a soft candle offering up comfort in a dark night whereas he's a raging fire, brightening up the room and giving you warmth. Two very different feelings for two very different reasons.

And, so you go, cleaning the chains, dreading the case to come.

"This shouldn't be too hard," Lockwood says. "George?"

George stares up at the quaint house before rubbing his glasses on his jumper. "Shouldn't be. If it's a Type Two, it's very weak, but I'd say it's a Type One. If what I found is right, a girl died here a few years ago - she was maybe about thirteen. Fell out of the tree in the back garden and broke her neck. She died upon impact, seemingly."

Lucy frowns. "The source could be anything, and could be anywhere."

"Not anywhere," you murmur.

Without thinking, you approach the fence at the side of the house, reaching over to the lock on the gate and pulling it free.

"(name), what are you doing?" Lockwood asks. "We need to scout out the -"

You push the gate open, striding into the back garden. Miss Loren has no kids of her own, but her nieces visit regularly, so there's a slide there, along with a climbing frame and swing set. Toy cars are strewn over the ground, but none of that is what you're interested in.

Lockwood catches up to you momentarily. "What are you doing?"

"Saving you getting all of our things out of our bags."

The tree in the back corner looms over you, casting a large shadow in the light of the sunset. A rope swing hangs from one of the branches, so old that it has cinched the shape of the branch, and a sad smile grows on your lips. And, there...

Carved into the bark are two initials that have your heart squeezing with agony. Your fingers brush against the haphazardly scratched letters, and you can hear faint laughter in your ears, the squealing of young children playing around.

"(name)...?" Lockwood says. His voice is cautious.

Before you can be dragged into your grief, you crouch down to the ground, slipping your crowbar out of your bag and hacking it into the ground. You don't have a shovel, but this is the best you've got until you can make the dirt loose. Soon enough, you're digging with your hands, soil embedding itself under your nails as you go deeper and deeper.

Your fingers scratch something wooden, and your heart sinks. With a struggle you pull it out, holding the little box in your hands.

It's nothing fancy, just a little jewellery box bought from a craft shop, covered in faded pen drawings. You kneel there, looking at it for a minute.

"What is it?" George asks.

Before you start crying, you stand, tearing the silver net out of Lucy's bag and wrapping the box in it. "Time capsule."

George frowns. "How did you know -"

"I had a feeling," you say, shoving it into his hands.

Lockwood's looking at you funny, but you won't meet his eyes. "We should wait here a little longer, see if the ghost appears. We don't know if we got the wrong source."

And you do so.

You sit there, obediently, staring at the tree unmovingly. In the darkness, it looks like a monster, stretching its horrible arms out to grasp you and whisk you off into the night. You almost wish it would.

Someone sits beside you, silent for a moment before saying, "You knew the girl, didn't you? Those are your initials on the tree."

It takes all of your strength not to cry. Lockwood's hand reaches for you, and it's only now that you realise you've been picking away at the skin around your nails. Your cuticles are bleeding in places. His hand is warm, comforting, and his fingers thread through yours, squeezing softly.

"She was my best friend," you say quietly. "I used to live in that house just next door. We'd spend most days together, hanging out and playing. We even joined Rotwell together."

"I didn't know you worked for Rotwell."

You shrug, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I left after... Her source, we made that just after we'd both turned thirteen. Time capsules were all the rage, remember? And we wanted to have something to remember each other by if one of us found it later in life. She..."

Tears cloud your eyes, and you're glad that Lucy and George are on the other side of the garden, keeping readings on the temperature around the tree.

"We were climbing that tree one day. We used to do it all the time, and we didn't think it would be any different, but... She lost balance, and she fell. Her parents weren't home, and mine were at work. The newspapers say she died on impact, but she didn't. I didn't call an ambulance soon enough. I sat with her, held her in my arms as she -"

It's too much. The tears spill, burning your skin as they make their cruel descent. It feels like your chest is caving in, destroying your heart and your lungs and every single blood vessel. There's a heavy weight on your shoulders, slowly crushing you.

Lockwood's arms circle you, pulling you into him as he murmurs, "It wasn't your fault, okay? It was not your fault. You were a kid."

By now, you've lost all semblance of your pride, and the sobs come openly. You clutch onto him like a lifeline, the only thing keeping you rooted to this world. All of the feelings you've spent years burying are coming back in tidal waves, filling up your lungs until you can't breathe. Guilt, grief, agony, rage. They all return tenfold.

You've spent years waking up from nightmares, watching that moment replaying over and over again. Sometimes, she speaks to you in those final moments, telling you she loves you or saying how much she hates you for letting her die. It's eaten you alive in the years since, but it became manageable.

Not anymore.

Lockwood continues his chant, telling you that it's not your fault as he holds you to his chest. The sound of his heartbeat, the steady thrum of it, is something you eventually manage to pace your breathing with and, after what feels like years, you can breathe again, though you hiccup every now and then.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks softly. "If I'd have known, I would've let you stay back."

Sniffling, you say, "You never would've found the source if not for me. You would've been hopeless."

He laughs quietly, and it helps ease your tears a little more. Still, you hold onto him tightly, glancing up at the garden.

"Where are Lucy and George?"

"They left," he says. "I think they wanted to give you some space. There's been no sign of the ghost."

You don't have the energy to be embarrassed at their seeing you crying hysterically. "I'm okay now."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am." You move to sit up, but Lockwood's arms keep you close. "Lockwood, I'm fine."

"I might not know a lot about girls, but I know that 'I'm fine' means the absolute opposite."

Groaning, you settle yourself in his grip, listening to his quiet breathing. You're grateful for him, in all honesty. The way he holds you so carefully, how he's let you cry for so long and ruin one of his shirts with your tears, it makes you realise how much you truly appreciate him.

He's always tried to keep you safe during these cases in the past two months, always willing to sacrifice himself for you. And while that makes you eternally grateful for him, it means nowhere as much as this: him letting you grieve without embarrassment or judgement. You suppose it's because he, too, has had too much to grieve, but maybe he never had this support.

"Her name was Aiva," you murmur. "She was always joking around. She was top of the class while we were in school, and she was set for being important at Rotwell's. She had Sight, like you, but it was her smarts that got her places. I would've followed her anywhere."

Lockwood's head rests atop yours. "I'm sorry you lost her."

You stare at the box wrapped in the silver net a few feet away. How you wish you could open it and skim through the photos and memorabilia within.

A soft kiss on your temple, gentle and barely noticeable. "Let's get you home then, shall we? I'll make you a cup of tea, just how you like, and I'm sure we have some doughnuts left over from our last delivery from Arif's."

A small smile tugs your lips. "That sounds nice."

#lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #x reader #fanfiction #givemea-dam-break

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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And I You- Kaz Brekker

All right! It’s sunday, January 29th, and that means one thing for me: IT’S MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!! This is one of two fics that’s coming out today, and it’s also the shortest! The second one will be coming out in four-ish hours!

This fic is set a bit ahead into the future! Kaz and the reader are 25 here because I love the hidden wedding rings trope and it’s my birthday, so I wanted to use it.

Fic type- this is fluff!

Warnings- kaz might be a little ooc and this fic has poor proofreading

Kaz felt nothing but sheer contentment as he grabbed his house keys from his pocket, put them into the door and unlocked it. He proceeded in, closing the door behind him once both of his feet had stepped past the foyer and into the house. He felt the stresses he’d dealt with that day glide off of him like water as he dropped his keys into the bowl to the right of the door and took off his shoes, following them by his coat and his hat.

He proceeded into the house, gripping his cane tightly as he moved, ignoring the pain as he waited for it to dull out. He proceeded up the stairs upon noting that the living room and kitchen were empty, the house smelling of coffee and the sweet smell of croissants that crossed over into cinnamon buns.

He came to a landing that wrapped around left and and right, leaving a bit of space to allow for a display of photographs on either wall, and then turned into a long hallway. On the right there was the laundry room, one of two bathrooms, and a den that Kaz had been using as an office since you’d moved in five years before.

On the left, there was the bedroom that you and Kaz slept in and the spare bedroom that Inej would sleep in when she returned from her voyages to sea, though Jesper and Wylan were known to take it after a night involving dinner at your place, accompanied by a few too many drinks.

He stepped onto the landing and paused for a moment, glancing at the photographs. Across two walls, there were more than a hundred of them, none of them framed but all of them hung on pieces of black string, woven around and connected via thumbtacks. It was a project that took an absurdly long amount of time, but every time that Kaz looked at it, noticed the photos of the two of you in particular, he knew that it was worth it.

He walked into your shared bedroom, proceeding to the dresser that’d been pressed against the wall. He opened the top drawer, grabbed a shirt to sleep in as he heard you close the novel you’d been reading.

“How was the scout?” Kaz asked.

“The house we’ll be raiding tomorrow will be easy. The lock is easy to pick. I did it in three minutes with a bobby pin that Inej had on her person, and I can’t pick locks for anything, considering that my skill lies in my talents as an Inferni. Inej noted that the windows were unlocked, even though there was nobody at the home when we checked it out,” you said. Kaz turned to you as he adjusted the chain that was around his neck, the ring that’d been strung onto it resting an inch below his collarbone. The ring that, whenever he touched it, reminded him of the bliss, the joy, he’d felt when the two of you got married.

“Three stories, all unprotected. No obstacles, either, unless a tuxedo cat who responds to the name ‘Oreo’ counts for anything. She mostly just watched Inej and I while we cased it, so, as long as you don’t mind judgy little olive green eyes watching your every move, we’re all set.”

Kaz nodded. “I’ve been married to you for three years now. I can handle bloody anything.”

Kaz approached the bathroom, changing into his sleepwear before coming back out. He watched you run your hands through your hair, untuck the chain and ring from your shirt, one that Kaz had known to actually have been one of his. You looked at the ring fondly for a moment, grin pulling at the corners of your lips as you remembered that day.

“What?” You asked, noticing his gaze as he leaned against the small doorway to your closet. “I haven’t eaten anything since I made the chocolate croissants at four bells. I can’t possibly have something on my face. What is it?”

“Nothing,” Kaz noted. “We should order dinner. I haven’t eaten anything since lunch, got too wrapped up in work. Does the place near the Kooperom work? They do delivery.”

“You’re stalling,” you said, grin widening. “What is it, Brekker?”

“I love you, is all,” Kaz said, shrugging. “I look at you and it just hits me sometimes.”

“I love you too,” you responded. “More than I have ever loved anyone else.”

Silence lapsed as Kaz approached his nightstand, finding the delivery menu that he’d placed there two weeks before, the last time that either of you had gotten too wrapped up in doing other things and eating dinner became a bit of an afterthought.

“Delivery for dinner?” Kaz asked.

You nodded. “Mhm, but you’re making the call. I’ll get what I got last time, if you remember it?”

“I do,” Kaz said. “Your favorite food, your favorite drink, and a brownie that we ended up splitting. Dinner in bed and then the remainder of the day off after the heist?”

“Get Anika to cover things at the Slat, The Crow Club, and The Silver Six?”

“She and Pim will manage it,” Kaz said. “They always do.”

“Don’t forget, we have dinner to go to with Nina and the rest of the crows come tomorrow,” you said. “It’s been six months since all of us got together. I think she misses it.”

Kaz gave you a nod. “I’ll go order us dinner, be back in a few minutes. Any croissants left?”

“I made two dozen, split them up. Ten are left for us, they’re in the Tupperware container with the blue lid. The ones going to Wylan and Jesper are in Tupperware container with the red lid. Wylan asked for the recipe a while ago, so I figured that the adage of the croissants along with it would be a nice touch.”

Kaz grinned as he approached the door. “I love you, Y/N.”

“And I you,” you responded. “Thank you for marrying me, Brekker. Thank you for loving me as you have.”

“Thank you for giving me the chance.”

With the words, Kaz proceeded downstairs, one hand fiddling with his ring, contentment flowing through his veins as he did. The life he got was one he’d appreciated, one he felt he would never have deserved.

It was the life he’d gotten, though, and for that, he was endlessly grateful.

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #six of crows #shadow and bone netflix

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thirsty-boba-fett-posts · 11 months

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I made y’all an ice cream cone. It’s one scoop Boba x reader and one scoop Fennec x reader. If you enjoy it, I’ll make you a whole sundae.

THOTS UNDER THE CUT.

Boba Fett - or at least the person she supposed must be Boba Fett - along with his menacing entourage and a masked man in chains entered the antechamber unannounced.

“I’m here to see the mayor.”

Her eyes widened and a furrows appeared between her brows. She tried to scroll through her data pad, but she was reluctant to take her eyes off of imposing figure of Boba Fett.

“Do you have… an appointment?” she asked in a small, hesitant voice. She’d always been able to hold her own, but this broad man had a powerful quality that made her feel like shrinking against the wall.

“I found one of his stray pets. I’m here to return it to its master,” he growled. She swallowed.

The Majordomo, that gladhanding little worm, appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“Apologies, Lord Fett. I did not see your litter arrive,” he offered as he dipped his head apologetically. “The mayor is indisposed but I’m sure we have an appointment available some time late next week…”

He moved behind her and, as he reached around to take the data pad from her hands, placed one of his palms on her ribcage. This one was step too far. She could tolerate his leering for the sake of keeping herself fed and housed, but she would not be subjected to groping.

“Get your hands off of me before I slap you back into your mother!”

The majordomo jerked back with a stunned expression on his face.

“You want to see the mayor?” she said, looking directly at the Daimyo. She grabbed a key card from a rack on the reception podium, walked defiantly over to the locked door to the mayor’s office, and swiped the card over the locking panel. The red light turned green and the door opened.

“His schedule just opened up,” she said, throwing the key card back onto the podium before turning to walk past them all and out the door.

“I quit!” she shouted over her shoulder.

…

He sent Fennec to find her. He needed an administrative assistant and she had moxie. Fennec tracked her to a hole in the wall cantina drinking cheap, adulterated spotchka. The Daimyo’s job offer included a generous salary and a private living quarters, but she knew to be suspicious.

“Does the Daimyo know how to keep his hands to himself?” she asked warily.

“If he doesn’t, I’ll cut them off myself.”

Fennec’s assurance was enough for the moment. She accepted the position and found herself packing her belongings the following morning to make the short hike up to the palace. As she was leaving and turning in her key for the cramped little room for which she paid exorbitant rent, Fennec arrived on a bantha to collect her.

“I though you’d have more possessions.”

“I’m flattered, but I’m also poor.”

Fennec chuckled and gave her a leg up onto the bantha. She rode astride behind Fennec, holding her around the waist as the bantha plodded along.

“You’ll like working for the Daimyo,” she said over her shoulder. “He’ll keep you out of trouble.”

“Does he keep you out of trouble?” she asked coyly.

“He couldn’t even if he tried.”

They were both silent for a while. As the bantha climbed the hill towards the palace, Fennec spoke to her over her shoulder again.

“You made him laugh, you know. With what you said to the majordomo. He couldn’t stop talking about it.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised.

“He think you’re gutsy. The Daimyo endeavors to surround himself with gutsy women, apparently.”

…

“You’ll be free of unwanted advances,” offered the Daimyo, sensitive to her unease with the possibility of being taken advantage of by men holding power over her. “I ask for loyalty, but loyalty is meant to be reciprocated. You are now under my protection.”

“Thank you, Daimyo,” she said, still wary of him.

“You have nothing to fear under Boba Fett,” said Fennec in an unexpectedly soft voice that momentarily caught Boba off guard. Fennec warmed to few of the palace staff, Boba thought. She must like this one.

Boba liked her too. He had now doubt that she would at least try to make good on her threat of violence against Mok Shaiz’ majordomo. Now that Boba knew what a lecherous pest he was, he might just find an excuse to feed him to the rancor. Boba was certain that his new assistant would fit in just fine with his motley crew. Fennec was certainly fond of her, and although he found her striking as well, he had the good sense to leave her be. If she decided to climb into his bed, or Fennec’s, all the more reason to keep her safe.

…

This was originally going to be a one shot but now it’s a whole thing.

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queers-gambit · 2 years

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Pls can I get something for billy cheating on his s/o and how he wojkd try to fix everything, if it could be fixed at all. I need angst with maybe a haply ending

i know i went on a whole thing about how eddie wouldn't cheat and XYZ, cool. but Billy? different thoughts are being thunk. okay, so, Billy cheating on his significant other? gotta be a legit reason 'cause that boy wouldn't risk it otherwise.

Cheating HCs

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

warnings: uh, look, i know it's on my no-go list but this alludes to someone drinking too much and not remembering sleeping with someone, which, we all know, doesn't make someone in the mind to consent. so, just be aware of that going through this blurb. probably cursing, maturity advised.

so -

• you and B get in a massive fight that leaves you both going for the jugular. it's intense, it's messy, it's frightening.

• so he storms away 'cause he doesn't want to make it worse than it already was. you beg him not to go - to at least fight it out using words - but Bill's already grabbing his keys and shouldering his jacket.

• he definitely shows up at Tina's house party to blow off steam, words said and unsaid ringing in his ears.

• it's crazy suspicious that he's alone and almost instantly starts hammering beers. you don't show up and it's kinda assumed you guys broke up, or at least were in a fight.

• so, couple ladies make themselves known to him and things escalate. he isn't thinking straight, he's not sober, he doesn't feel like thinking beyond whatever's in front of him. he's angry, he's hurt, he actually felt like crying but his chest was too tight and frustration too high - so, he drank, and leaned into the attention given to him.

• he feels sick when the early morning wakes him up, stumbling to the bathroom and hurling the moment he saw messy, unfamiliar lovebites peppering his chest and chest.

• and your confusion grows because he won't pick you up for school like he always did. rain, shine, sleet, fight, no fight - Billy drove you. he didn't like the idea of you taking the bus but now you don't have a choice.

• he avoids you in school.

• he avoids you for days. you're not much better 'cause you're still angry but you're also confused because Billy doesn't often avoid you.

• so you'll linger at your locker a little but he never shows. you'll look for him in the lunch room, but he's never makes an appearance. when you get into class, he's sitting in the far corner, no seat around him saved and empty, which forces you to sit at the front of the class.

• you're angry, sure, but you're more sad now. you hated fighting, but B hated it more - so, you started to feel fucking guilty because you felt it was your fault he was so distant.

• your mind flashes back to the fight and you admit you were defensive, but so was Billy, and nothing was said that was overly concerning. at least, in your mind, it didn't warrant this kind of reaction.

• so your confusion leads you to his house. you're careful because of his father but Neil's car isn't in the driveway and Max is skating on the street. so, you push the redhead into admitting, "Billy doesn't want to see you."

• she looks sad when she admits it because she loves hanging out with you, but when Billy showed up home and had tears ringing his eyes, locking himself in his room, she knew something was up. B never tells her what, but he admits that he just can't see you right now - that he can't face you.

• so, when those words slip past her lips, your heart plummets.

• and Billy smokes more than before. chain smoking through packs a day, he's fucking wracked with guilt and doesn't know how to filter his thoughts.

• you don't wear make-up to school following that 'cause you're used to crying at random times. look, B's the greatest love you've known and Max' words cut you deeper than you realized - his avoidance of you wounding and to top it off, it felt like everyone was staring at you.

• you couldn't decipher their expressions until on the third day when the locker room was set ablaze with Stephanie Peabody gossiping loudly about how she hooked up with Billy that past weekend.

• you thought you were hearing wrong but then Tina's worried eyes found yours and she stuttered some response that confirmed the cheerleader's loud mouth.

• you stormed into the gym - without changing - and head straight for Billy. he looked confused by your determined step but when you got closer and the tears were clear, he knew you knew and didn't turn away when your hand rose to flatten across his cheek.

• you've never rose a violent hand to him - especially because of Neil - but your anger is tangible, and he knows it's the absolute least he deserves right now. you, on the other hand, are just blinded by betrayal that you don't think about your reaction.

• those who are present in the gym all gasp and 'oooh' at the sight before them. again, you hate fighting, B hates it more, it's literally next to never in public, so this was jaw-dropping to them.

• "i never thought it'd be you - never thought you'd stoop so low!"

• "baby, let's talk about this - "

• "talk about it!? i wanted to talk before - you decided to cheat on me! i-i never thought it'd be you who did this to me."

• "doll, listen, it's not - no, just - "

• "don't assume to speak to me again. you're fucking disgusting."

• Billy watches you storm away and shakes his head, desperately thinking in his mind what to do to make this better. you don't return to gym, and Billy doesn't see you the rest of the day.

• he doesn't see you the next day, either.

• it's like you're a ghost.

• but come Monday, you're back - but oh, my God, his heart plummets because you look, well... terrible. hair is tiredly tied or wrapped up, no make up, bags under your swollen eyes to indicate tearful, sleepless nights. you don't dress up, either, and wear a pair of sweatpants and regular white teeshirt.

• Billy tries to talk to you but you don't utter a single word. you silently load up your locker as Billy begs you to say anything to him, but you just close the door and turn to head for class.

• according to your friends (who you don't sit with at lunch due to Billy's mutual association), you don't show up at your club or sport that whole week. you don't show up in the cafeteria, either - afraid of the stares and murmurs.

• Billy has enough and shows up at your door two weeks after the "incident". your mom answers the door and coos at Billy, who's standing there with a thick bouquet of your favorite flower in his hands. she lets him in because you never had the balls to tell your parents what happened.

• you've thrown yourself into studying. your mind wouldn't let you focus on extra-curricular activities but schoolwork was doable. so you're sat crossed-leg on your bed, books spread around you, and barely glance up when there's a knock at your door.

• glancing at your bedside clock, you sigh and go back to writing. "it's not dinner time, Mom, what's up?"

• the door will open and someone shuffles in, a throat clears, and your pen jerks to a stop over the lined pages of your notebook. you'll sigh, shut your eyes for a moment, and then glare up at Billy.

• "get out."

• "hear me out - "

• "i don't need to hear shit from you, i know more than enough."

• "sweetheart," Billy sighs. "you deserve an apology."

• "i deserve a million dollars, but i won't get that, either."

• "i'm trying to apologize now."

• "i don't want it, cause you won't mean it," you sneer, throwing your pen down to the side. "who the fuck do you think you are, huh? some kind of God's gift to man? you pick a fight with me because i have to tutor Patrick in English - then storm away when i wanted to talk. i don't want to talk anymore, William, you made a decision to walk away from me, and obviously, into the arms of another woman. so, do me the favor of fucking off."

• your mom hears your elevated voice, but not your distinct words, and turns on the radio in the kitchen. Billy showed up with flowers, you've been home for two weeks, she knew he was apologizing for something and that you'd fight it out.

• "baby, i'm sorry," he begs. "please, i know i fucked up. but we can fix it - "

• "fix what? you shattered any trust we had. you wanna get back together, and then, what? every time we fight and you get mad, i can then agonize over where you are and who you're doing!?"

• it rages on, Billy trying to 'explain' as you're not hearing it. all you know is that he cheated and it hurt and you were now in the anger stage and you wanted him gone.

• your chest hurt and you were so confused, you were enraged, you had every emotion known to man flying through you while Billy stands there, eyes slowly turning red, begging you to give him a second chance.

• but how could you go back to him when the whole school knew he cheated? you'd try to mend it but the weight of society's opinions would chip away at the fragile state of your relationship.

• however, as an hour ticks by and you're still standing there, yelling at each other, Billy's finally telling you what happened. the anger he felt, the confusion, the sadness, the guilt - all spurring him to drink. then came the comments, the women, the drinks got heavier, and before he knew it, he was waking up and throwing up when he realized what happened.

• he admitted he didn't even remember seeing, let alone sleeping with Stephanie Peabody.

• it makes you go a little quiet, mulling over the situation and shaking your head. "i can't blame you for getting taken advantage of, but you still walked away from me. you went to Tina's, and you started drinking recklessly - instead of just talking to me."

• "and i don't regret anything more, baby, you gotta believe me. i'm sorry for walking away - and i'm sorry for whatever happened with Stephanie, but i'm so fucking sorry for how i made you feel."

• you felt a little less angry and a little more cautious, just nodding, "i need time."

• "anything you need," Billy promises. the flowers are set on your desk, your fingers fiddle with each other, and your eyes won't meet his. "i'll make it up to you."

• you'll sigh and nod, assuming he'd take your reluctant acceptance and go. and he did - but guess what?

• he's there with Max early the next morning, coming to your door, and asking if you'd like a ride. he acts like things aren't different, but he'll reserve his physical affection out of fear of rejection. he brought flowers this time, too, because he likes watching that little smile sprout over your lips as you try to suppress your excitement.

• he'll talk to you like normal, too. he maybe even convinces you to take lunch with him outside in the sunshine, content to listen to you give him a full rundown over some movie you had seen on TV the other night with your Dad.

• you know what? he brings you flowers every morning. he doesn't know what else to do, so, he'll spend a heft check at the florist and bring you something every morning.

• takes special maneuvering and planning with Max to keep Neil from damaging them.

• he's stuck to your side. won't wrap his arm around you like usual, but he's walking you places and keeping conversations light.

• and after a week of this, he's bucking up the nerve to ask you out again. you glare and ask, "what happened to giving me time?"

• "you can say no," he nods, "but i just... i thought we could go to that farmers market you like. always said you'd show me how to bake one of 'em peach pies, right?"

• and you sigh, a small smirk tugging on your lips, "it's a cobbler."

• "and they got that hand-churned ice cream," he taunted. "which, if i remember correctly, you said said was, 'like an orgasm in your mouth, but the kind you want.' think we could pick up a pint, have it with fresh, uh, cobbler?"

• "you're trying to butter me up with baking," i accused with a warning finger.

• "maybe," he shrugged. "or maybe i'm just ready to learn."

• you're suspicious now.

• "you're... ready to learn how to bake?" he nods. "why? getting you in the kitchen with me is like pulling teeth."

• he nods again, "just realized that i'd do anything to put a smile on your face, so," he sighs dramatically, "yeah, if you'd let me, i'll take you out and learn to bake."

• he's helpless in the kitchen but holy shit - was it a good time.

• it leads into fucking WEEKS of Billy taking you out every Friday - and never making a move past stretching his arm around your shoulders at the drive-in.

• if you wondered if he wanted to date anyone else, it was silently answered by his persistence to date you. bastard picks you up, drops you home, encourages you back into your daily activities, and takes you out every Friday before visiting you at work on Saturday's.

• if nothing, Billy's persistent. he knows a big, grand gesture isn't the way to earn your trust back - it's a slow process that he's uncharacteristically patient through.

• patient, persistent, and headstrong.

• when he hears that Jason Carver was thinking about asking you out, he's bullying the boy over in basketball practice, and like he once did with Steve Harrington, offering his hand. when the other boy clasps his hand in Billy's, he tightening his grip and tugging Jason closer to hiss in his ear, "ask them out, and you and i are gonna have a real problem."

• he's determined to be the only man in your life.

• obsessive? a bit. but Billy feels justified because he's never met someone like you, and the idea of you being with anyone else send his stomach to his feet.

• about 9 weeks after the "incident", Billy's got you out at the quarry again - leaning back on his car's hood and sharing a lazy joint. thing was, he'd weaseled his way into my heart and even though he shattered it, he was patient in piecing it all together again.

• he's quiet for a time, one arm bent behind his head as the other rests against his stomach to accept and pass the joint to and from you. but he needs to know, "do you hate me?"

• you're confused, "hate you?"

• "for what i did?"

• you're quiet for a moment before nodding, "i thought i did. but i don't think i could hate you, even if i tried to. yeah, you fucked up, but you're making it up."

• "i am?"

• you giggle, "yeah, i think so."

• he'll nod and look up to the sky before asking breathlessly, "can i kiss you?"

• "i think that'd be okay."

• he smirked at you before pushing onto his side; hand now keeping his head up as the other reaches to pinch your jaw, pressing forward slowly until his lips locked with yours.

• it's slow. slower than he'd ever usually let it get, but he's fucking ecstatic on the inside because shit - he's missed this.

• after a lazy make-out session, Billy's pulling back to look in your eyes. his lips will pucker to drop over the tip of your nose, your lips stretch in a familiar smile, and he's asking, "be mine again, baby, please. i'm sorry for what happened, and i'm going crazy without you."

• "all right - "

• "really?" he gasped, looking honestly shocked.

• "yeah, i mean... you've really proven yourself these past few weeks. but if something like this ever happens again, Billy, i swear to God - "

• he'll press his lips to yours again, pulling away to mutter, "don't ever gotta worry about that, baby. never walking away from you again."

• oh, and you beat the shit outta Stephanie Peabody. positively wrecked her shit.

author's note i implore you all to read:

Cherry wants you ALL to know that no matter how they beg, and plead, promise to change, and try to deflect the issue at hand - you do not ever deserve to deal with a significant other who cannot provide the love, respect, encouragement, growth, and support you deserve. i have personally always thought cheating was simply unacceptable because it's not hard to NOT fucking cheat. every person is different and all relationships function on their own merit, but if you have doubts or anxiety or feelings of discomfort regarding the relationship you're in, i implore you: DO NOT write off that feeling. your comfort, safety, and healing is all that matters.

i love you all 🖤

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munsons-hellfire · 1 year

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A Curse | Eddie Munson

SUMMARY: Y/N is Steve's younger sister, by a year. Steve doesn't know that Y/N is dating Eddie Munson. But they all don't know that something is coming, they don't know the truth about what happened to Y/N when she was in the tunnels. When Y/N goes with the gang to find Eddie, knowing very well that he did not kill Chrissy, like the cops suspected. Y/N discovers the existence of Vecna and things take a turn for the worse when the truth comes forth under stressing circumstances.

PAIRINGS: Eddie Munson x Fem!Harrington!Reader

CONTENT WARNING: Kinda SFW, Some Fluff, Angst, Eddie is on the run after Chrissy died, does follow season 4

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I wasn't going to post this even though it's posted on in my Multi-Fandoms book on my Wattpad account, and I decided to turn it into a book as well on my backup Wattpad account. But I decided to go ahead and post it on here since for the most part everything that's been written in my multi-fandom book has been posted here. If you wish to read more with this, and go back to the beginning (sort of, it still takes place in season 4), then you can find the link to Echoes Of Darkness down below.

WORD COUNT: 5.8K Words

ECHOES OF DARKNESS (EDDIE MUNSON)

Y/N stood at the door of her house, staring the red head down in front of her. Something was off but Max Mayfield wasn't speaking. Even though Y/N relationship with Max's step-brother had been short lived Y/N had bonded closely with Max and saw the red head as a little sister that she never had. Finally Y/N sighed, and stepped out of the house moving closer to Max.

"What's wrong, Max?" Y/N questioned, she was trying to get the answer out of the young teenager but Max wasn't budging.

Max wanted to tell her and Dustin at the same time. The two were the only ones who really seemed to be close to Eddie Munson. Though Max had no idea why Y/N Harrington would even put herself with Eddie, especially considering that Y/N and Eddie came from different food chains in the school.

She had seen the two hanging out after school, Y/N would wait until everyone was out of the parking lot and would climb into Eddie's van. Once Y/N was in, Eddie would pull out of the parking lot. Sometimes she saw the two hanging outside of Eddie's trailer home. Max had no idea why they were spending so much time with each other.

Finally Max gathered the courage to speak to Y/N. "I need you to take me over to Dustin's so we can talk."

It was all she said and enough to get Y/N moving back into the house to gather her things. Y/N grabbed her car keys, and skipped out the front door, locking it in the process. Max followed behind Y/N who was quick to get into her car and turn it on. Max shoved herself into the car and Y/N took off to Dustin Henderson's house.

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Y/N pulled the car into the driveway of the Henderson residence and turned off the car. Climbing out she quickly followed behind Max. She still didn't know why she was even at Dustin's house in the first place. Y/N was supposed to be getting ready to go hang out with Eddie, she would have to explain to him why she had been running late. Max rang the doorbell and the two patiently waited for Dustin or Claudia to open the front door.

Dustin walked over to the door and pulled it open, seeing Max Mayfield with Y/N Harrington. A sight he never imagined seeing on his friends on his front doorsteps. The expression on Max's face was different from the one that Y/N had on hers. The three moved into Dustin's room, eventually Max was finally able to tell them what she had witnessed over at the trailer park where she lived. Y/N had no time to check the morning news so this was a complete shock.

Not to mention there is no way that Eddie would commit murder. She had known him long enough and knew who he was outside that facade he put up. He was just a big goofball and treated her like a Queen when they were together. Eddie Munson made everything better after the things that Billy had done to her, some of which Max didn't know about nor would she ever know.

"Chrissy Cunningham?" Dustin questioned, pacing around his room. Y/N stood near Max still taking in this new information. "You're sure it was Chrissy?"

"Yes, she was in her cheerleader outfit. It was the same thing she was in when I saw her with Eddie." Max answered, switching eye contact between Dustin and Y/N.

"Did you tell all this to the cops?" Y/N questioned looking at the red head.

"No. No, but I... I can't be the only one who saw them together. I mean they stood out." Max moved around the room while Y/N sat down on Dustin's bed. She knew exactly why Chrissy had been with Eddie, but she was almost afraid to tell the two teenagers. Y/N knew that Chrissy had come to him asking for drugs, but then wanting something stronger, than had been why she had been at his trailer. But now she was dead, and Eddie was on the run. Dustin briefly looked at Y/N before he chose to say his next words.

"Eddie the freak with Chrissy the cheerleader?" Y/N looked down at her hands, she needed to understand what happened, she needed to be there for Eddie to comfort him.

"Exactly. You know, his name's not in the news yet or anything, but I guarantee you Eddie is suspect one now."

"That's crazy." Dustin stopped in front of Max, which prompted Y/N to stand up from the bed.

"No." Was all Y/N could say as she looked at the red head. Max stared back at Y/N confusion written so clearly on her face.

"Eddie didn't do this. No way." Max adjusted her face slightly, which Dustin and Y/N picked up on. "No way."

"Well we can't rule it out." Max argued back.

"Yes, we can, Max." Y/N stated, if this was a dream she wanted to wake up from it now.

"Y/N! Dustin!" Max switched her eyes between Y/N and Dustin.

"You don't know him like we do, Max." Dustin said, pointing to himself and then at Y/N. "Okay? When we got to high school, Lucas made all his sports friends. Mike and me? I mean, no one was nice to us. No one except Eddie."

"Okay. Well, I mean they said the same shit about Ted Bundy." Y/N lowered her head in disgust at the comment. Max was comparing the love of her life to a sick twisted individual. "Yeah, he's a super nice guy, but then he's murdering women on the weekend."

"So you're saying Eddie is like Ted Bundy?" Dustin asked for clarification.

"No, I'm not saying-- I'm saying that we can't presume anything, okay? But it doesn't look good for Eddie." Dustin sat down on his bed with a huff. Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing, she knew that this was going to lead down a very bad hole. Everyone in this town didn't know the truth about Hawkins and they would find a way to pin something on an outcast like Eddie. Dustin turned his head towards Y/N, he then tore his eyes away from her and looked at Max.

"Why haven't you told the cops this?"

Max crossed her arms over her chest as she stared between Dustin and Y/N. "I... I don't know."

"You don't know?" Y/N questioned, her eyes were on the red head. None of it made sense. Max wouldn't have rode her bike all the way to her house if it weren't for something like this.

"After I saw Eddie and Chrissy go in the trailer..." Max switched eye contact between Dustin and Y/N as they both stared back at her. "...something else happened. Nothing that weird or anything. I mean.... Eddie always drives like a maniac," Y/N snorted, knowing very well that it was true. Dustin and Max looked at her for a moment. "And the power goes off at my place all the time. It's a piece of shit. But... This morning, I started to think back, and... I don't know. The look on his face. He was scared, Dustin, Y/N. Really scared. Maybe he was scared because, you know, he... he just killed someone, or... maybe, um... maybe be... because... I don't... I don't know, maybe..."

"Something else killed her." Dustin responded, taking the words from her mouth. Max moved her eyes back and forth between Dustin and Y/N. Suddenly the panic and fear was etched onto Y/N's face. There was no way, it couldn't be possible. They had stopped the Upside Down last summer.

"But that's impossible. Right?"

"I don't know. It should be." Dustin paused, he then looked at Y/N who had started to pace around. "Only one person knows what actually happened."

"Eddie."

Y/N stopped in her tracks, she looked at the two teenagers as they looked up at her. "We have to find Eddie." Y/N was starting to over think everything, what if he was in danger? What if whoever killed Chrissy was after him too? The list piled up and up until Dustin stood up and walked over to her. Dustin grabbed a hold of Y/N's hand pulling her from her deep thoughts. Max looked at the two, questioning what was happening.

"We're going to find Eddie, Y/N. I promise." Dustin really seemed to like the fact that Y/N and Eddie were together. Dustin had always adored Y/N after meeting her. He adored her the way that he adored Steve. So when he watched Eddie kiss Y/N before a Hellfire meeting he wouldn't shut up about it until they confirmed their relationship to him. He had promised that he wouldn't tell anyone including Steve, because Y/N and Dustin both knew how Steve had acted when she talked about boys and relationships.

"I don't want to lose him Dustin." Y/N whispered, trying to stay as calm as possible and not break down.

"You won't Y/N/N."

Max stood up and walked over to them. "Is there something going on that I don't know about?" Max pressed, staring at the two. Y/N sighed, she knew that it was going to come out eventually that she was dating Eddie, she just hoped that it would happen after they graduated that way they could book it out of Hawkins before anyone could hardcore judge them.

"Eddie is my boyfriend." Y/N said, looking down at her fingers. She started to fidget with a ring from Eddie's collection, one that he had given to her to keep until he could get her an actual ring but she didn't know about that part. "We got together back at the beginning of the school year after I went to buy some weed. Though I never left with weed. Steve doesn't know so please don't tell him, you know how he's been since everything happened between Billy and I." The girl whispered that last part.

"I knew it!" Max seemed to be excited, though the shock on Y/N's face was priceless and under better circumstances she would've laughed.

"H-How did you know?" Y/N hesitated to ask that burning question after Max had said those three words.

"I saw you and Eddie kissing a while back in his van, after I watched you get into his van." Y/N only nodded her head, a small blush running to her cheeks at the memory of that day, a fun one. Dustin grabbed his things and he walked out of the room, the two following behind him.

"Have you talked to anyone else?" Dustin asked the red head.

"No. I can't find Lucas or Nancy, and Mike's in--"

"California. Shit, shit, shit." Dustin groaned.

"Dusty, where are you going?" Claudia called out to her son, eyes on him.

"To see a friend." Dustin opened the door allowing Max and Y/N to walk ahead of him.

"You heard the news. It's not safe."

"Good point. We'll be extra careful. Thanks, mom. I love you. Bye."

Y/N ran to her car, pulling her keys out and unlocking it. Then she opened the door and unlocked the rest of the doors so the children could get in. Once they were in she pulled out of the driveway and headed to Family Video as Dustin requested.

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Y/N, pulled the car to a stop turning it off. The three exited out and ran to the doors of Family Video. Y/N pulled it open allowing Dustin and Max to go in first. She turned on her heels and walked into the store, eyes falling on to her brother and her best friend.

"Hey, Steve." Dustin called out to them. Robin and Steve turned slightly to look at the three.

"You guys see this?" Steve questioned them.

"How many phones do you have?"

"Someone was murdered." Steve's eyes landed on his sister, he saw a serious but concerned look on her face. One he hadn't seen since last summer.

"How many phones do you have?" Dustin and Y/N questioned him trying to get an answer to the question.

"Uh. Two. Why?"

"Uh. Technically three, if you count Keith's in the back." Robin added. Dustin and Y/N turned to look at Max as she looked at them.

"Yeah, three works." Max said, softly. Dustin pulled his backpack off while Y/N started to walk away from them.

"What are you doing?" She heard her brother ask. Y/N could hear the commotion but she wasn't paying attention to it anymore. They needed to find Eddie before the police did. Y/N needed him to be alive and okay. She didn't know what she would do if something had happened to him. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she didn't get the chance to tell him that he's the love of her life.

"Setting up base of operations here." Dustin said, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts as she made it behind the counter.

"Base of operations?" Steve questioned, his eyes falling onto his sister who only released a shrug of her shoulders. Y/N rolled her eyes, as Max came up behind her. Dustin and Steve were arguing with each other, it was always amusing to her but right now she couldn't deal with it. "For what?"

"Eddie's friends' phone numbers."

"Oh, Eddie. Your new best friend who you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?" Y/N could hear the jealousy coming from Steve's question.

"Eddie. Yes." Dustin turned slightly looking at Y/N then at Steve. "I never said that."

"Seriously, you guys, maybe on a Monday you can play around here like toddlers, but it's Saturday. It's our busiest day."

"All right, look, Robin, I empathize, but this cannot wait until Monday."

"It really can't." Y/N whispered.

"What 'cause calling all of Eddie's friends is an emergency?"

"Correct!" Y/N placed her eyes on Robin and Steve, the two had their backs turned to them.

"You want me to strangle him or you want to?" Y/N heard her brother question his best friend.

"We could take turns." Robin answered.

"We need to find him." Y/N cried out, not bothering to look at her brother or Robin. Dustin turned in his chair and looked at Max.

"Can you just fill them in while I do this?" Dustin questioned Max, stopping what he was doing to look at the redhead.

"Fill us in on what?" Robin pushed, turning towards the three. Max turned away from Y/N and looked between Robin and Steve, soon explaining to them what she had explained to Y/N and Dustin.

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Y/N looked around waiting for someone to come out with something from the phone calls. Steve was over helping a customer, she knew that Steve would try to flirt with her and it probably wouldn't end well. She rolled her eyes at him. Y/N looked at Max when she slammed the phone down. The red head was the first to look at her, and suddenly relief washed over Y/N. They were going to find Eddie.

"Hey, guys, I might have a lead." Dustin turned around in the chair with a smile making its way to his lips. Robin placed the phone down and looked at her.

"Seriously?" Dustin questioned her.

"Yeah. Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there."

"That sounds promising." Robin, Dustin and Max looked at Y/N.

She gave them a small nod. "Yeah, Eds has mentioned him a few times." Y/N spoke softly. She made sure to whisper it as she still didn't want Steve to know.

"Where does Reefer Rick live?" Robin questioned. Y/N shrugged her shoulders.

"I never went with him, wanted to keep me safe in a sense."

"Exactly, that's the thing. No one knows. He's more of a... a legend than someone that people actually know."

"He really is, but I've met Rick before I just don't know where he lives."

"Well, what about a last name?" Dustin questioned her.

"I don't know that either." Max answered, their eyes soon fell onto Y/N. Once again she shrugged her shoulders.

"Bet the cops know the last name." Steve said, butting into the conversation. The four turned their gaze to Steve who was moving some tapes around.

"What?" Max and Y/N asked.

"Cops. I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he's been busted at some point. Means he's in the system." Steve explained to them.

"The cops?" Dustin stood up and moved in front of Y/N and Max. "Really, Steve? That's your suggestion."

"I mean I just think they should be filled in on what we know, what's going on." Max moved her hand slightly and grabbed a hold of Y/N hand to give her some comfort. Y/N sent a glare to her older brother. She wasn't too thrilled that he was acting this way, but she had to keep it together because he didn't know.

"You think Eddie's guilty, don't you?"

"Whoa. I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, you know, don't think that we can rule it out."

"I can't believe you." Y/N whispered quietly.

"That's precisely what we're trying to do here, Steve." Max mentioned, while Dustin pointed back at her.

"And maybe we'd have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie." Y/N snickered at Dustin's comment, while Steve tried to defend himself.

"Oh, well somebody has to attend to the customers." Steve argued.

"Especially if they're babes, right?" Robin winked at Steve as he pointed at her.

"Hey, not fair. Okay? I attend to all the customers equally, babes and non-babes alike." They all nodded their hands. "We've got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people.

"Yeah, it can be." Robin turned around and moved back over to the computer. Max and Y/N walked over to her and stood behind her.

"What are you doing?" Max questioned.

"Maybe we don't need a last name." Y/N placed her eyes on the screen as the 12 Rick's popped up onto the screen. Y/N briefly looked at her brother as he came up behind Robin, his hand resting on the counter.

"Twelve Ricks have accounts here." Robin informed them.

"That's a lot of Ricks."

"You're telling me." Y/N whispered softly.

"So, let's narrow it down." Robin proceeded to hit the keyboard pressing down on the first Rick at the top. "Rick Alderman's latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo." Robin looked back at Y/N, Max, and Dustin. "What are the chances our drug dealer has a family?"

"Not likely." Max said, while Dustin and Y/N shook their heads. Robin went back and moved onto the next Rick on the list.

"All right. Rick Conroy. Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, and Romancing the Stone."

"No." The four spoke, still staring at the computer screen with the movie titles.

"Okay. Rick Joiner. Mask, Footloose, and Grease." Once again they all agreed that was not the Rick they were looking for. So Robin moved onto the next Rick on the list. "Rick Kimbrough. The Blue Lagoon and Splash." They all laughed.

"Definitely not."

"No way."

"Okay. Rick Lipton. Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Cheech & Chong's Next Movie. Cheech & Chong's Nice Dreams. Cheech & Chong's Up in Smoke." Y/N placed a smile on her lips, they located where Eddie would hopefully be now it was time to find him.

"Bingo." Y/N heard Dustin say with laughter in his voice.

"Lipton?" Max questioned.

"Spelled like the tea. 2121 Holland Road."

"That's out by Lovers Lake." Y/N shook her head, she now knew why they went to Lover's Lake every few weeks. She always stayed in his van but afterwards they would do something at the lake and then head back to his trailer if she could spend the night.

"Middle of nowhere."

"It's a perfect place to hide." They ran out of the store, Y/N ran to her car Max followed behind her while Robin and Dustin went to Steve's car. Y/N turned her car on and pulled out of the parking lot heading towards Lovers Lake with Steve following behind him. Y/N pressed her hands down to the steering wheel, Max took notice of it.

"You all right, Y/N?" Max questioned the girl.

She gave her a soft nod. "Yeah, I... I just need to find Eds." She paused for a moment, briefly taking her eyes off the road and looking at Max who was already looking at her. "What if something... what if something happened to Eddie? What if he's dead like Chrissy? What if we're too late?" Y/N was going over all the worst case seniors in her head and they weren't good. Max could see it on her face.

"Y/N, Eddie, he's okay. We're gonna find him, and we're gonna help him." Y/N gave a nod, her eyes back on the road. "He's okay, Y/N."

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Nightfall had fallen and they had finally arrived at Lovers Lake. Y/N pulled her car to a stop and turned it off, she climbed out and moved to the back grabbing a flashlight from the trunk, she pulled one out for Max handing it over to her. Eventually they regrouped with Dustin, Steve and Robin. All five walked to the front door where Dustin rang the doorbell. Then he started to do it again, getting annoyed that no one was answering.

"Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess he's not here." Steve commented, while Dustin started banging on the front door.

"Eddie! It's Dustin!" Dustin shouted.

"Great."

"Look, we just wanna talk, okay?" Y/N turned around and walked away from the others shining her flashlight wherever she could. Max caught up to Y/N and started to walk next to her. Max didn't entirely think that it was a good idea to split up. Y/N could hear Dustin and Steve talking to each other but she was ignoring them. Max and Y/N came to a stop seeing a shed not far from them, a lighting turned on where the door was.

"Hey, guys." Max called out. The three came up behind Max and Y/N to look at what the two were looking at. Y/N was the first to move forward walking down the dirt to get to the shed. The others followed closely behind her. Y/N eventually made it to the door, holding her flashlight in front of herself and taking a deep breath she opened the door and popped her head in.

"Hello?" She questioned, looking around.

"Is anyone home?" Robin asked shortly after Y/N. They all moved into the shed and investigated what they could.

"What a dump." Steve said. Y/N walked next to Dustin while Max went with Robin. Y/N noticed that Steve turned his flashlight off and grabbed an ore from the wall. He turned around and walked towards the boat and started to poke at the tarp, causing Dustin and Y/N to flinch slightly.

"What the hell are you doing, Steve?" Y/N questioned her brother, a serious stern look rested on her face though it could barely be seen. He continued to poke at the tarp some more.

"What are you doing?" Dustin whisper-asked Steve.

"He might be in here." Steve answered.

"So take the tarp off."

"If you're so brave, you take the tarp off."

"I'll do it." Y/N said, looking between her brother and Dustin.

"By all means be my guest." Steve motioned towards the tarp moving back. Y/N walked towards the tarp and placed her hands down on it. She exhaled, waiting to lean forward and pull the tarp off. However Steve started to poke the tarp again.

"Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar." Dustin said, sarcastically.

"Will you stop so I can pull the tarp off?" Y/N stared at Steve.

"I know you think you're being funny, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight--" Steve couldn't finish his sentence. Y/N moved forward and pulled the tarp off, only she wished she hadn't. Someone grabbed a hold of her and next thing she knew she was pushed up against the wall of the shed with a broken glass bottle sticking to her neck.

It took her a second to even catch up to what was happening. She could hear Steve calling out her name, and Dustin calling out a familiar name as well.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Steve shouted, trying to run to his sister. Dustin pulled him back, Y/N had her eyes closed and when she finally opened them her eyes found the brown eyes she had missed so much.

"Eddie! Eddie! Stop!" Y/N could see that Eddie needed a second to even process who he was holding onto.

"Eddie! Baby, it's me. It's Y/N." She spoke softly, gently lifting her hands towards Eddie's so he could feel her warmth. Steve tried to run forward again but Dustin pushed him back. "Steve, stay there, please. I got this." Eddie looked at the five, seeing them not far from him. Y/N could feel the angry radiating from Steve. "Eds, hey, look at me." She called out, finally connecting her warm hand to his. Eddie looked at her, but he didn't pull the glass back.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" Eddie questioned her.

"We're looking for you, babe. We're here to help you." She whispered out softly, trying to hold back from crying. Eddie looked back at the others, they all nodded their heads in agreement to what Y/N had said.

"She's telling the truth, Eddie. These are our friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D. That's Steve, Y/N's brother. Eddie. We're on your side." Y/N gripped her hand tighter on Eddie's hoping that her warmth would make him realize that they truly were there to help him. Dustin talked some more, but the entire time Eddie had looked back at Y/N. As she looked at him she could see the sudden regret running into his eyes.

Eddie let go of Y/N allowing her to slide to the floor. Steve and Max were quick to run over to her. Steve immediately checked to make sure that Y/N hadn't been hurt. She however wasn't hurt but she couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She pushed away from Max and Steve moving over to Eddie as he slid down to the floor. When she finally made it over to him she placed her soft hand on his knee however that resulted in him flinching at her touch.

"What happened, baby?" Y/N questioned, looking at Eddie. Dustin came up behind her and kneeled down next to her. "Come on, love, you can tell me." Steve looked between Max and Robin as she called out to Eddie. He was confused why she was calling him "baby" and "love".

"Eddie." Dustin called out. "We just want to talk." Dustin tried to reach for the glass and got the same reaction from him. "Okay?" Robin then kneeled down next to Y/N, grabbing a hold of her hand and squeezing it while looking at Eddie.

"We want to know what happened." Robin added. Y/N could see the tears that stained his face. He sniffled as he turned his head to look at them. His eyes falling onto Y/N who had thrown her scared look out, she now had concern etched onto her face as she waited for her boyfriend to speak to them.

"You won't believe me." Eddie told them.

Max tilted her head slightly. "Try us." His eyes were suddenly on Max as she looked down at him.

Y/N moved forward slightly, wanting to hold onto Eddie for comfort but she knew he would ask for it when he wanted it. He had started to explain to them why Chrissy was at his place, and this next part took them all by surprise.

"Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and uh... and she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones... Uh, she..."

Eddie closed his eyes as he whimpered, remembering back to what had happened to Chrissy. Y/N closed her eyes and lowered her head. This was not something she wanted Eddie to be stuck in and now it was looking like he was right in the middle of their war against the Upside Down. Y/N always had a feeling that their battle wasn't over and it looks like she was right.

"Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man. It... It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I... I didn't know what to do, so I... I ran away. I left her there." He looked at each of them, his eyes lingering on Y/N. He scoffed, "you all think I'm crazy, right?" Y/N watched as he placed his hand to his head.

"No. We don't think you're crazy." Dustin said.

"Not in the least. Eds." Y/N whispered.

"Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds." Y/N could hear the crack in Eddie's voice.

"We're not bullshitting you." Max told him.

"We believe you." Robin said, leaning forward slightly. Eddie exhaled, but still kept his head down low.

"Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little... difficult to take." Dustin informed his friend.

"Okay." Eddie finally looked at Y/N again, she gave a nod of her head.

"You know how people say Hawkins is... cursed? They're not way off. There's another world." Eddie watched Y/N look away as Dustin started talking about the thing that she never wanted him to know about. "A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours."

"Like ghosts and shit?" Eddie questioned.

"There are some things worse than ghosts."

"These monsters from this other world... we thought they were gone."

"No, you did. I didn't, I told you it wasn't over." Y/N said, causing everyone to look at her. In truth she had been having nightmares about a war, something was coming and now it was almost here.

"But they've come back before." Dustin said, ignoring what Y/N had just said. "And that's why we needed to find you."

"If they're back again, we need to know." Max added.

"That night, did you see anything?" Robin asked.

"Dark particles, maybe?" Y/N went on to ask. Eddie only shook his head no.

"It would almost look like dust, swirling dust."

"No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh... or touch. You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn't move. It was like she... she was in a trance or something."

"Or under a spell." Y/N looked down, she felt uncomfortable all of sudden. Almost like she did last night. Y/N didn't think anything of it, but now she was starting to wonder. She was feeling pain, and a lot of it. Y/N was feeling fear and panic, and it wasn't because of what they were talking about. It was because someone had killed Chrissy, and now it seemed like they were going after someone else. Everyone seemed to pick up on the sudden change, minus Dustin and Eddie.

"A curse."

"Vecna's curse." More panic started to rise in Y/N chest.

"Who's Vecna?" Steve asked.

"An undead creature of great power." Dustin explained.

"A spell caster."

"A dark wizard."

"Y/N, it's almost time. Almost time for you to help me." Vecna's voice went off in her mind.

"No." She exhaled, to which the others looked at her. She stumbled backwards and ran out of the shed leaving the others in confusion. It was making sense, all those years ago he had come to her and now the pieces were finally settling into place.

"Y/N/N, what's wrong?" Steve questioned, after coming to a stop outside the shed. Dustin, Eddie, Robin and Max had caught up to him.

Y/N looked at her brother. "Remember when we were in the tunnels and I got separated from you guys?" Y/N asked, her eyes on her brother not bothering to look at Eddie or Robin because they had no idea what she was talking about.

"Of course, I thought I lost you. I thought you died." Steve reminded her.

"Vecna, he... he wants me to fight by his side. He wants me in command of his army." The words came out quicker than Y/N had intended for them to come out. She looked at the four as the shock fell onto their faces. "And I don't think I can avoid him for much longer."

"Y/N!" Vecna's voice ran through her mind again.

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— # ❝ BLEEDING HEART❞ | Y.NK

PAIRINGS — demon!yuta x florist!reader

GENRE — enemies-to-lovers, forbidden love

WARNINGS — strong language

WC — 6.3k

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authors note- this is purely fiction is not to be taken seriously

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“Have a wonderful day.” You cheered as the customer was leaving your family's flower shop.

“Don’t you have class today?” Seulgi asked you.

It was true you did have a class to teach at a small community center. A flower arrangement class, mainly younger girls and grandmas takes it. It was a little side business you did to help your family.

You checked your watch. “Yeah I have to be there in an hour, I have to stop by the house to pick something up.”

She sighed with a little smirk playing on her lips, “Give me the apron. Don’t worry I won’t tell dad about your scatterbrain. I’ll call Irene to help me.”

You took off your apron grabbing your bag underneath the counter.

The bus came around the corner stopping at your house.

You just had to grab extra wax paper and a small book. You kept them on the counter of the kitchen facing towards the backyard in your mother's old garden, which you kept healthy and growing.

You walked into the house noticing the door wasn’t locked. You turned the bottom lock when you came in, your father was sitting in his club chair watching his afternoon game show.

“Dad, Seulgi, and I told you to keep the door locked when we are at the shop.”

“If you were at the shop you wouldn’t know.” He scolded you.

“I have a class I’m teaching with all the grandmas. You are more than welcome to join.” You poked him.

“I much rather spend my afternoons glued to this chair.” He grumbled.

You sighed.

“Maybe if I had some grandchildren I wouldn’t be so miserable.”

“Dad!” You shouted as your ears started to get hot from embarrassment.

“You and your sister spend too much time in the shop and working. You never take time for yourself and make friends. Not one boy has taken my daughters on a date.” He complained

You huffed and turned on your heels going to the kitchen picking up the items you needed.

“Dad you made a rule we weren’t allowed to date while we were in school. You told us to focus on our studies.”

“And now the both of you are chained to the store.” He made a fuss.

“Dad we aren’t chained to the store. We have plenty of customers. I went to school for this Dad..” You looked up from the counter and saw a man standing in the middle of the garden picking peonies. Your mom's plant. “You do not need to worry Dad I love my job. I have to go I’m taking the car to the class. I’ll be home soon.”

You told him to hold your things, grab the keys, and walk out the back door.

You treaded your way to a stranger. “Hey what are you doing?!” You shouted.

“Oh, you must be ___.”

“You know me?”

“Yes. Your mother loves these flowers. She used to sit out here while she was pregnant with you.”

“Who are you? Huh? What’s your name?” You chided.

“Yuta. I’m just taking a couple of flowers to your mother's grave. Our deal is set to expire soon anyway…it’s been a year right? Since she died.”

“How do you know…that?” You asked choking up a little.

“Why do you think your parent's florist shop does so well?” He walked over to you leaning into your ear, whispering. “Your mother made a deal with a demon so your family could live happily and comfortably. Until her death. I’m happy to make the deal again.” He smirked at you handing you a peony.

“I would do no such thing. No one in my family.” You argued. Your wrist buzzed as an alarm went off signaling you that your class was starting soon. “I have to go. Don’t come here again.” You warned.

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“Sorry, I’m late for class.” You smiled at the older ladies. “My father was holding me up.”

“Why does your father pester you so much?” They giggled hoping you would gossip with them as you teach them how to rap a bouquet.

“He wants grandchildren desperately.” You entertained them.

“You would want your father to make it to see his grandchildren right?” Someone said from the back of the classroom.

You stood on your toes looking behind the ladies to see Yuta smirking with a white apron on.

You decided not to entertain him, he wanted to get a rise out of you.

“Ok, ladies we are going to be wrapping bouquets. We are wrapping in my favorite paper. Wax paper and baby pink Kraft paper with my mother’s favorite flowers. White Peonies and indigo foxglove.” You smiled. “Do you ladies remember how to tie the flowers together?”

“Of course Dear. Do you think we just come here to gossip?” One of them asked.

You chuckled in response giving the ladies the wax and craft paper and moving towards the back of the class.

“Are you here to taunt me like a lovesick boy or are you going to take the class?”

Yuta smiled at you grabbing the flowers and tying the stems together at the bottom. He held them up as they fell apart.

“You have to tie them in the middle of the bouquet for wrapping in paper. Or if you are interested tight and close to the flowers when in a vase.” You told him.

“Do you not understand? If you don’t renew this deal your family's shop will lose business and you won’t be able to support yourselves.”

“What do you get out of this deal?”

“Your soul.” He said so nonchalantly.

“Oh, so nothing big. You took my mother's soul?”

“Yes. And if you are wondering it is a painless process you don’t even feel it happening in fact you stop feeling altogether.”

“What?”

“Oh, I know what your thinking? All those times you said I love you mom and she said me too or I love you if she meant it? She could have but in my experience, she probably didn’t.”

“So my whole life she never felt love for me?”

“I don’t know. She took that to her grave.”

He wrapped the papers around the flowers.

“I’m not making that deal.” You told him firmly. “Get out of my class.”

“You’ll come around you’ll see.”

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It was getting close to white day and no orders have come in.

Was he right? You felt this pit in your stomach.

“Hey ___?” Johnny said coming into the shop.

“Johnny I don’t think I had an order of flowers. Did I?” You asked.

“Yeah, I have 400 roses and 400 carnations in the truck.”

You looked at your paperwork. You could’ve sworn he was here on Friday with the delivery. “We got that shipment on Friday. You brought me coffee remember?”

“Your sister was here yesterday and all the flowers were dead when she came in on Saturday morning. I thought she would have told you something.”

“Maybe she did. I’ve just been frazzled.”

“What a lot of orders for white day?” He asked.

You shook your head. “We have no orders. No one has called, emailed, or walked in. I don’t know what to do. Well, I know what I should do…but it just isn’t right.”

Johnny leaned on the counter looking at his friend. “Come on talk to me, what is swimming inside that head of yours?”

“This is a hypothetical.”

“Okay.”

“Would you give up your soul for your loved ones? There’s a catch though you lose all your love, emotion, anything you felt for them gone.”

“I don’t know. If there was no other option if my family or friends were in trouble then yes. I’m sure it would hurt losing all of that. But knowing they are happy, healthy, and safe would make me happy at that moment. It’s a risk but I think I would do it for them.”

“I was afraid you would say that.” You felt your heart sink looking at the floor.

The bell of the shop clinked and opened, “Thinking of me Darling?”

Johnny leaned over the counter whispering horribly, “Who is this charmer?”

“I’m a friend.” He smiled darkly at Johnny.

“John, we can talk later your father wouldn’t like you dilly-dallying on the deliveries. Especially close to white day.”

He looked between you and Yuta, “Ok see you around ___ if you need anything. You know who to call, and not ghostbusters.” He laughed walking out of the door.

“He is a strange fellow. With those good looks, he could sell his family's products with the snap of his fingers.”

“Yuta I didn’t say I wanted to make that deal. I would give up my love for my family. Can’t you-”

He put his hand in your face cutting you off. “Wouldn’t know. Never had a family. I can’t sympathize with you.”

“And that is a problem. You don’t know what I’m giving up.”

He sighed annoyed, “Y’know most people just jump at the opportunity to just give away their soul for their loved ones. Why are you holding back? Even your mother knew the right thing to do.”

“Because I don’t want to lose everything!” You shouted at him for his cold callus words.

“I purpose a pre-contract deal. Do you want me to feel like I’m losing something? You make me fall in love with you and you forget me.”

You huffed, “That is the plot of every day-time drama.”

“I get bored and the cafe I go to plays all day.”

“So you want me to date you, have you fall in love with me and have me forget you exist. Do you want me to break your heart? If your heart is broken you will leave my family alone and stop inflicting problems on my family.”

He nodded.

“Where do I sign?”

“It isn’t something you sign.” He pulled out the paper from his jacket pocket. “We seal it with a kiss.”

You didn’t shy away you pulled his collar kissing his lips wanting this to be over with.

“You can pick me up tonight for a date. You already know where I live.”

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You were staring at your closet. You didn’t have a lot of nice clothes. Well, you dressed casual-nice. You didn’t keep a lot of date clothes, not many guys asked you out.

Why are you even trying? You know why you are doing it but he made your blood boil.

“Do you have a date?” Seulgi asked staring at you.

“No! Why do you ask that?!”

“Because you are staring at your clothes. Also, there is a guy downstairs sitting with dad laughing.”

“He’s here already!” You grumbled.

Seulgi pulled a dress from the closet. A white and purple floral puffed sleeved dress. “Mom said you always look good in white.”

You listened to her going into your bathroom slipping the dress over your body. She left her white heels outside of the bathroom door.

You descend the stairs of your house to see Yuta sitting in the den with your father. Somehow he had your father laughing.

You came into the room behind your father's chair. You leaned down and kissed your father’s cheek. “Hi, dad. I see you met Yuta.”

“___ where have you been hiding this nice young man?” He chuckled at you.

You smirked at Yuta, wanting him to spontaneously combust.

“Mr. ____ we do have to be going, I have a reservation at a friend's restaurant.”

“Wait before you go how did you meet my daughter she never leaves her job.” Your father smirked.

“I took her florist class. I was making gifts for my mother before she passed last fall.” He told him.

“Dad we do have to be going. I’ll be home later. Be nice to Seulgi and don’t pick on her.” You kissed the top of his head again.

You waked towards the front door with Yuta already at the door opening it for you, closing it as well.

“If you expect me to fall in love with you, I would drop the murderous look in your eyes.”

“Kind of hard when you are a fake person.”

He scoffed opening the passenger side door for you. “What about being nice to your father? How do you know I wasn’t being genuine?”

“I can tell by the look in your eyes. So lifeless.” You gestured to his eyes. “Where are we going exactly?”

“My friend Taeyong owns a gomtang place. Right on han river. You can see the Seoul skyline from there. Very beautiful at night.”

“Isn’t that the date Jungwon took Siwoo on that cheesy daytime soap opera, what is it called? Sunflowers under the moonlight?”

“Its Marigolds Under the Stars.” He said through his teeth. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you are talking about. You know the main couple's name.” He continued to yammer on while driving to your next location.

You giggled in response. True you knew the couple's name but that was only because of two reasons. The tv in the flower shop only got one channel. The other was your father had now grown accustomed to watching daytime dramas now in retirement.

“Am I to expect that all the dates you take me on to be inspired after soap operas.”

“What do you expect me to do?” He asked rhetorically.

You on the other hand were going to give him an answer. “Think of things that would actually let me get to know you. Things that you enjoy doing show me a part of you.”

“And what about you? Am I the one to plan all of our dates?”

“I can always plan them. Because so far you suck at them.”

“This one means something to me. We are going to my friend's restaurant.”

“Yeah, friend more like a soulless victim of you.” You commented with a roll of your eyes.

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You and Yuta walked into a candle-lit empty restaurant. At the bar, a handsome man was wiping down the counter.

“Took you long enough to get here.” He said to Yuta. “Do you know how tiresome it is to direct Jisung and Jaemin to help me with this?” He waved the rag around the restaurant.

“Relax Taeyong. I was making a good first impression.” Yuta pulled a chair out for you at the table closest to the window.

“I’m Taeyong. I’m hoping he has told you about me.”

“That you are one of his soulless victims? Then yes.”

He snickered, “No no. I’m not. Yuta and I are in the same line of business.”

“You?”

“Shocking right? But owning a business is very helpful. Everyone falls for my trusting face.” He smiled. “What are you doing on a date with the bastard?”

“Taeyong watches your mouth,” Yuta growled at him.

“Just trying to break Yuta’s heart. The faster I do that he drops this whole stealing my soul thing.” You told Taeyong.

“Hell of a way to end your career, Yuta.” He said. “Two bowls of gomtang coming up.” Taeyong walked into the back of the restaurant to the kitchen.

“End your career?”

“Yeah. I’m retiring.”

“You look really young though?” You questioned.

Yuta laughed a little. “I am young in demon years, yes. I’ve made myself happy for many years doing the whole…” Yuta stopped his train of thought looking at you as you sat across from him, elbows on the table your chin resting on your intertwined fingers. “Are you actually interested in what I’m saying?”

“Of course I am. It's about you. I should get to know you.” You told him to reassure him.

“Ok. As I was saying I spent a long time as a crossroad demon and I was happy. Now I’m looking for just a simple life. Right now I own a couple of buildings I have tenants.” He explained.

“Excuse me Yuta?” A tall skinny boy was standing by the table with a pitcher of water.

“Jisung, This is ___. ___ this is Jisung one of Taeyong’s apprentices.”

“It is very nice to meet you.” He bowed his head as his hands were full. “Would either of you like water?”

“Yes please.” You smiled sweetly at the boy. He blushed in return as he poured the drinks for the table.

“So he is Taeyong apprentice.”

“Yes. He has a few of them. He has a way with everyone.” He sipped his water.

“Do you have apprentices?”

“Just one. Shotaro is very nice but he can be devilish sometimes. I’ll introduce you guys at some point he works at a building I currently own. No demonic implications at all. What about you why the love for flowers?”

You smiled down at the floor thinking fondly of the memory of you and your mother. “My mother. She is the reason why I pursued becoming a florist. The shop was handed down to her by her parents. She said I was the greatest gift to the shop. That I helped the flowers blossom. As a little girl, I thought was true as I got older I thought it was to make me feel better. I guess she wasn’t lying.”

Yuta felt a tinge in his chest. It made him uncomfortable hearing that story. He pulled on his collar to cool himself off.

“___ normally when souls are taken. It leaves the person feeling nothing to the point, that they become depressed. They more than often kill themselves leaving the demon to start a new contract. It’s a never-ending cycle. But your mother stayed alive she cared for you, your sister, and your father until her health prevented her.”

“Yuta what are you trying to make me feel better?” You asked him.

He cleared his throat, “Yeah I guess I am. Not everything in this line of business is black and white.”

“Of course, it’s not. Not everyone is the same. As a demon is it easier to see humans as numbers, statistics making it all black and white?”

“Yes. I’m assuming that you involve yourself in your customers' lives?”

You giggled in return, “I kind of have to. I have to know. If I don’t know what the flowers are for I can’t put together extravagant pieces.”

“You are speaking like you are an artist?”

“Yuta I am an artist. I make beautiful pieces of art for people and their loved ones.” You chuckled as Yuta smiled in return leaving you in a little bit of silence.

“Your gomtang, madam, and misuse. Please enjoy.” Taeyong said leaving you two with your meals and a bottle of white wine.

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It had been a week since the date with Yuta. You hated to admit it but it was rather enjoyable. The gomtang was delicious and the wine paired well with it. Yuta was good company for good conversation.

You were working by yourself today in the shop. Luckily some orders came in for White Day. You were working around the clock putting together bouquets for every order that came in. You heard the bell of the shop ring. Which was odd because you put up the lunch sign. You came from the back of the shop you pin your hair back to greet the walk-in customer.

“Hello welcome to ___ Gardens”

“___ it is Yuta.”

“Hi, Yuta. What brings you here today?”

“Well, you said you made masterpieces I was hoping I could watch for a little bit.”

“Ok, I’m working in the back for the most part.” You told him to walk back to the shop where the flowers were kept in storage before being displayed. “I can’t work on the carnation orders though. For some reason Seulgi had Johnny put it up here. Probably to watch him do it.” You mumbled under your breath.

“You cut your hair.” He stated not even paying attention to what you said.

“Oh. Yeah, I did it a few days ago. I thought I would change it up for Spring. What do you not like about girls with short hair?”

“On the contrary. A woman can choose however she styles for her hair, how many piercings she wants if she wants tattoos, and how she dresses.”

“So if I wanted a face tattoo?”

He opened the fridge to bring down the carnations for you, He was leaning over you. “Doesn’t bother me. As long as you are happy and I’m happy.”

“Piercings everywhere?”

“Doesn’t bother me. Your body is your choice. Your soul your choice.”

You hummed.

“There you go your carnations. Make your creations.”

“Thank you. I have 30 orders for basic bouquets. Can you do me a favor? There is a created by the register of small glass vases, just grab it.”

Yuta went to the front of the store, pulling a create of small cylindrical glass vases. He heard the front of the door opening with a chime.

He looked up from the counter to see a group of high school girls staring at him. “Hi, how can I help you?”

They looked him up and whispered to each other.

“I’ll be right with you.” He told them to go to the back.

“Hey what took you so long?”

“Girls. They are in the store and they think I’m attractive.”

“Ok. Did you ask what they wanted?”

“Yes, and they just giggled. Why aren’t you jealous?”

“Yuta you are an attractive man. You know it I know it. Of course, school girls would blush over that. Put this apron on and help them please.”

“What do I get out of it? I just wanted to watch you put bouquets together.”

“I’ll cook you dinner tonight.”

“Done.” He grabbed an apron by the swinging door going out the front of a shop.

“So girls what would like today?” He said working his charm.

“Our teacher just got engaged and we wanted to give her a hydrangea and rose arrangement.” One said.

“In a square vase. So it can fit on her desk.”

“And wrapped in twine. With poms and belles of Ireland.”

“Hydrangeas and roses? Poms and belles of Ireland?” He scratched his head. He wrote down what the girls wanted and went to the back of the store.

He peaked his head through the door. He saw you back as you were humming a song playing on the store's radio system. You were putting together the vases for white day. White carnations and red snapdragons. Wrapping a soft ivory ribbon on each vase.

“___ what are poms, hydrangeas, and the belles of Irelands? Where are the roses? Where do you keep the square vases and twine?”

“A lot of questions. Let me come out there and sort it all out.” You smirked brushing past him. “Hi, girls how may I help you today?” You said with a pleasant smile.

“The guy was actually helping us.” One said softly hoping you would scoot away.

“Yuta is just helping me out today. He is normally working on managing his buildings. He was just trying to be a nice boyfriend. I have been swamped with White Day orders. So you want a square vase with roses and hydrangeas? Surrounded by belles of Ireland and poms wrapped in twine?” You asked the girls.

They nodded and smiled jealousy. You pulled up a square vase and got all the flowers and greens wrapping them in twine. You changed the way the flowers sat in the vase until they looked pretty enough for you.

Yuta was staring at your hands as they were trying to find the perfect position of the flowers. He felt his body get a little warm as his eyes were boring into you.

“Do you deliver?” One asked looking over your shoulder to look at Yuta.

“Yes. I could deliver tomorrow morning. I assume you want them on her desk before class starts?”

“Yes.”

“That would mean you would have to get up at 5:00 and take your car here in morning traffic, open up, and drive all the way to their school,” Yuta explained.

“Yuta I did the math in my head. I understand it. I’ve done morning deliveries before.”

“Why don’t you hire a delivery boy?”

“I would if we could afford it. We make enough to live comfortably.”

“I know a guy.” He said getting on his phone and calling someone. “Hey, Mark! You still working at that…” he looked around the shop and turned his back and whispered into the phone, “cat cafe?”

“Yeah bro, I work the evening and late night shifts. Why are you looking for me?” He laughed over the phone.

“No. Looking to make extra cash?”

“Always. What is the gig?”

“Flower deliveries.”

“Oh is this for the girl you like? Not that it matters I’ll do it.” Mark smiled. “Send me the address I want to meet her.”

“Ok bud see you soon.” Yuta hung up the phone looking at you with your arms crossed. “What?”

“Who is Mark?” You ask suspiciously.

He raised his arms in defense, “He doesn’t work for my company I swear. He is just my best friend. A completely normal guy not like Taeyong. He coming here and just tell him what he needs to do.”

“How I will pay him?’

“Don’t worry about it. I have it handled.”

“What does-” He walked over to you and put his finger to your lips.

“I have it handled. Mark owes me. I saved his life once.”

You smacked his hand out of your face. “I’m suspicious. I don’t think he is all that innocent as you describe him.” You turned away from him to the high school girls. “I will have the flowers delivered by tomorrow morning at your school. Can you just fill out this delivery form and you girls can be on your way?”

They smiled and filled out the form and left.

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Pleasantly Mark surprised you. He was the opposite of Yuta. He is a cute happy college kid. He was saving up money for a music studio for himself.

“I called my friend Johnny he said he will be here at 6 in the morning. He has a key to the shop and he has a truck to deliver it. I’m leaving the arrangement in the dresses with the order slip. With the address and all the information you will need.”

“___ he is a college student, not a baby. He can handle it.”

“Yuta it’s her business she is just being cautious. I understand ___, I don’t live recklessly as Yuta does.”

“I’m standing right here Mark. It seems that you have forgotten my job.” Yuta gave Mark a death glare.

“Haven’t forgotten. I promise ___ you are leaving this job in good hands.”

“Great are we all settled here? Come on ___ I have something for us to do today. See you around Mark.” Yuta was rushing you out of the shop.

“Yuta I still have to work today.”

“No, you don’t. Here Mark takes this apron and just sit here and look pretty.”

“Yuta I don’t-” Mark started to explain. Yuta snapped his fingers. “How? Why do I know that white flowers are the best flowers to send to a funeral?”

“Because white flowers represent sympathy among other things.” You explained. “But Yuta why does he know that?”

“Just a little demon magic. Don’t worry it will only last until tomorrow night. No worries for the afternoon or tomorrow morning. He also knows your store's routine.” Yuta again pushed you lightly out of the store. “Mark if you need something don’t call her to call me.”

“Where are we going?” You asked him as he was pulling into a parking lot.

“It's almost time Marigolds Under the Stars.” He said pointing to his watch. “I thought I would take you to my favorite place to watch it.”

“What is your favorite place around here. There are a bunch of residential buildings and a couple of corner stores. Is there a restaurant around here?” You asked.

He got out of the car not saying a word. You got out of the car following him.

He walked into a cafe. Not just any cafe, a cat cafe.

“Hi Yuta, welcome back. I have the back room set up for you.”

“Thanks, Chenle.” He said. Yuta guided you to the back room where a bunch of cats and their jungle gyms. You stood in the doorway as Yuta sat down at the table looking at the menu and turning on the tv. He put on the stupid the soap opera.

He leaned back into the chair as an orange tabby came and sat on his lap purring into him. “Tigger you look like you put on some weight. I’m so happy to see that.” He cooed petting the cat's head.

You sat there silently waiting for Yuta’s next move.

Another fluffy grey cat sat down at the table, staring longingly at the tv.

“Bunny can you believe Mrs. Seo doesn’t like Siwoo. Siwoo saved her from complete embarrassment when she was meeting all the other ladies from her book club.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew that was going to happen. A little calico kitten sat on your lap purring loudly against your stomach.

“That’s Munch.”

“How do you know all the names of the cats in this room?”

“It’s my business. Plus these are all the cats I’ve rescued from the streets. They needed a home.”

“You rescue cats and give them a place to live now.”

“Hey I might be a demon but I love animals.”

“Hmm. So this a whole facade of not caring about anything?”

“I never said I didn’t care about anything. I just don’t know what it is like to give that up. I don’t have a family.”

“Is that why you watch cheesy daytime dramas to see what families are like?” You joked.

“Haha. I can see my snarky-ness is rubbing off on you. I watch it because it is cheesy and fun. It is a guilty pleasure.”

“A guilty pleasure that is predictable. I guarantee you that in the coming weeks, after meeting in secret behind his mother's back one of them will get in an accident. That will lead that person to have amnesia.”

Yuta stared at you with a blank expression, “If any of that happens I’m going to be so mad and impressed you knew that.”

“I’m going to have a Meow-cha latte and a cinnamon bun.” You told him. “Thank you, Yuta for making this date more personal. The next one I will plan for us.”

“Yeah, I would like that. We could plan two dates every week one I do and another your plan.” He said holding your hand as he looked over the menu as if he didn’t know what he wanted.

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For the next two months, you and Yuta planned dates for each other. Bringing each other to places meant a lot to both of you, introducing each other to important people in your lives.

How resistant you were to the idea of loving Yuta he was certainly a charmer. You spent any of your free time with him. He even took your class at the community center just to see you in the afternoons.

You knew that your heart pounded extra hard when he was around. And that scared you. You might love him didn’t mean Yuta loved you. What if you failed? On the other hand, if you didn’t fail and he did love you, you would forget him. This is all that you could think about in your alone time away from Yuta.

You had been cleaning up the shop just about to close up for the day.

Yuta came in to come and take you for a small dinner. “Honey?” He called.

“Hi, Yuta.” You smiled. You put the broom in the corner behind you walking over to him. “You are here a little earlier than expected.”

“I wanted to give you a little gift.” He said smirking. You looked at his arms behind his back. You went to go for his arms and he backed away laughing.“You have to be patient ___. Close your eyes.”

You put your hands out closing your eyes. Yuta placed a small box and a bouquet in your hands. He leaned into your ear whispering, “Open.”

You felt your body shiver when he said that. Opening your eyes your saw the bouquet of your favorite flowers. Fuschia stargazes lilies mixed with white lily of the valley and with baby pink roses.

“When did you put this together?”

“Your sister helped me. Open the box now.” He said excitedly.

You opened the box and saw a gold locket with a peony etched into it. When you opened the locket it was empty.

“I thought we could put a picture of us when we go to the carnival this weekend.”

“Yeah, that will look nice in here.” You smiled back.

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You and Yuta were running around the carnival doing every ride you possible. He did all the games losing half of his money in the hopes of winning you a prize.

He ended up winning you a cheap bear wearing a t-shirt with a rainbow smiley face on it. He didn’t care that it was a small bear but he wanted it to be a little more memorable. Because he was going to tell you he loves you. Yuta was going to lose you after that but it will be worth it to fall in love.

“I’m going to get us food you go sit down. I’ll be right there.” He told you as he went to get horrible unhealthy carnival food.

Yuta was standing in line waiting for his turn when his little buddy appeared next to him.

“Hey, Yuta how are you doing?”

“I’m good.”

“Are you still working on the flower shop deal? Because that would be my first contract. She is pretty making my first kiss for a deal super cool.”

“Sorry, Shotaro. That deal is going to fall through. She won. I love her. I’m telling her tonight. Can’t believe I’m retiring without her.”

Shotaro felt bad and sad for his older counterpart. “Could we make a deal?”

“Huh?”

“If you were to hand over the mantle to me now, I could nullify your agreement with her.”

“I would become human now and nullify the agreement?”

“Yeah, boss!” Shotaro cheered.

“She..might not love me as I love her.”

“Go ask her and when she tells you the answer you can make your decision.”

“Ok. Hold my place in line.” Yuta walked over to the tables and sat down across from you.

“Hey, that was quick. Where’s the food?”

“___ do you love me?”

That question was out of the blue and shocked you. Was it not obvious, you thought you made it pretty obvious. “Come on Yuta do you not know?” You laughed, nervously.

“I need to know. Do you love me or not.” He glared at you. It reminded you of when you first met him.

“Yuta…yes I fell in love with you. And I know that wasn’t supposed to happen on my end it was just supposed to be you. What about you?”

“I think I can love you.” He said.

That broke your heart. He thinks he could love you, what has all of this been for then? Was he just playing with you like the soulless demon he was?

Sitting there in disbelief when you felt another presence hovering over you “Great, now let's do these contracts. I have been holding onto this one since you told me you were retiring.” Shotaro said putting down two cups of spicy tteokbokki.

“What is he doing here?” You said with a bit of bite in your voice.

“I’m here to finally become a full demon of deals.” He did his puppy dog smile.

“You are becoming human before our contract is up? What are you going to tell him to date me now too?”

“What did you say to her?” Shotaro excused Yuta turning to him.

“He said he thinks he could love me? What the fuck does that mean?”

“Oh well, he can’t tell you without you forgetting. That is the thing about our contracts they are quite literal.”

“So you love me too?”

“Yes, he does. Yuta signs the contract now.”

Yuta pried his eyes away from you. He took the paper that was in Shotaro’s hands signing away his job.

“Now for the next contract to nullify the contract with _____ Gardens. No soul extraction to keep the business going instead a demon’s power.”

“You are giving up your demon side for me?”

“If you have to ask you don’t know how I really feel about you.”

“Come on Yuta just a quick kiss and you can forget this demon nonsense.” Shotaro teased.

“You guys have to kiss? All contracts are sealed with a kiss? Yuta did you kiss my mother when you made that deal?”

“Yes. Yes, I did.” He said firmly. “It was quick and meant nothing to me. Can you turn around I don’t want you to see this?”

You nodded to him and turned around looking at the Ferris wheel.

Shotaro tapped your shoulder to turn around. “Take care of him.”

“I do love you ___. I’ve been wanting to tell you that since we went to the botanical gardens.” He held your hand across the table.

“I love you too Yuta. Even if you have a crap taste in tv.”

He dropped your hand, “That’s it end of the relationship. You know they both got into a car crash and Jungwon got amnesia.”

“I told you predictable. But you don’t listen.” The two of you laughed as you stuffed your face with food.

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I was prepared to fight as I sat in the metal framed cage, but a box had been put around the outside meaning I couldn't see. But my box had been still for a good while now. I stayed alert. and posied. ready to fight. "yeah alright Darling" A voice spoke up and I heard a door close "Ahh my parcel has arrived" He smirked I heard tools working on the corners of the box so I prepared to fight him the moment the panel was removed light flooded in burning my eyes and preventing my attack as I rushed to cover them "ahhh!" I squealed "Awww hello," he smiled "Look at you, aren't you a pretty one" He smirked "Out you come then" He encouraged and I felt him grab my arm helping me out of the box but immediately I kicked and squalled trying to fight even if I couldn't see "Hey! Hey whoa!" he yelled wrapping his arms around my shoulders and my waist leaving me unable to do much more then wildly kick my feet until I, of course, got tired from the fact I hadn't had anything to drink in god knows how long "We calm now? you're gonna be good?" he asks sitting me down on something and by now my eyes had clearled a little and I could see him "Hi there" he smiled and my first responce was to bite at him "whoa! no. no we do not bite people" he warns but I just kept trying "Oi! I said no. No! hey! no biting" He says forcing my jaw shut and holding it in his hand "No biting, we clear?" "Bastard!" I yelled "Yell it all day princess this place is soundproof no one can hear you" he chuckled "You gonna be calm now?" he asks offering me some water which I happily took "Good, I always get the live ones. Something about the damn shipping time" he sighed "But anyway, Hello"

"Hi" I sighed "Do you have a name?" "Y/n" "Aww that's a very pretty name," he smiled "Thomas "Hi" "Now I read on your paperwork this isn't your first time, which made this easy you know the basics" he explained working on getting the box out of the way as I drank I looked around the place, it was a large building with all the windows closed up, it was a very nice place with a bed, full bathroom, bookshelf, tv, and a large desk that I sat on and chair. "But ground rules, this place is yours use it as you wish, but you are not to leave especially not during the daytime, food and water supply of the course and the place is soundproof, and it good soundproofing I know. So don't bother tiring yourself out" He explained "We clear?" "Yes" I nodded "I will come in as and when I want to, and I take it you know how that works?" He smirked and I nodded "Good, Ohh," he said before he came closer "If you step foot into the main house I will make sure it's the last place you step foot in again, do you understand?" he asked "Yes" I rolled my eyes "Hey! This is the one thing I'm serious about. I'm not kidding I am deadly serious you step foot in the main house we're gonna have problems" "Okay" I nodded "Good, now from time to time someone may knock on the door. the glass on there is one way you can see out they can't see in, if you ever see someone knocking who isn't me, you don't answer the door. we clear?" "Yes" I nodded

"Good, I would leave you to get comfortable but I've been waiting a good while for you" he smirked opening a draw on the desk and revealing a purple collar and lead with silver heart hardware "And I prefer the.. ice breaking approach" He smirked taking the collar out unlocking it with the key inside the lock and he wrapping it around my neck "There we go, very cute" he smiled locking it around my neck ripping out the key kissing it and attaching it to the chain around his neck then clicking the lead into the collar "Humm shall we then princess?" "Yes sir" I nodded "Aww good girl, you even call and respond" he smirked tugging the lead to pull me off the desk and into the bed he set the end of the lead around the bedpost and climbed on top of me "You are far more beautiful in person then in your cute little pictures," He smirked spreading my legs "Humm very cute" he smirked "Now, the first time with a newbie is always a little nerve-racking" he smirked undoing his jeans and stroking his erection before quickly slipping inside me "fuck! you are perfect, I'm gonna like you" he growled holding my hips wasting no time to thrust hard I did my best just to bite my mouth and do my best to enjoy the pleasure of it he moved fast and hard causing the bed to bang on the wall he suddenly pulled out and turned me onto my stomach pulling up my hips and pushing himself back inside groaning as he did he pulled on the lead of my collar hard as he thrusted until at last he buried himself inside me making sure to get as deep as possible before laying himself on the bed and lighting up a ciggerette "I think I'm gonna keep you pet, your just the perfect little stress reliver" he smirked slapping my ass before he got up.

I had lost track of how long I'd been here but I suppose that's pretty normal in these things, it wasn't a bad life here I was very well cared for and he came to visit every so often not too much but not too little either, ironically this was his office so he did sometimes come in here just to do work at his desk. Which he was doing today but he had pushed me under his desk stroking my collar with his hand as he did some paperwork I nuzzled close to his knee and he happily petted my hair "Good girl" He cooed "You cosy down there?" "Yes sir" "Good, you know I'd be nice and cosy if my pet took care of me?" he smirked "Yes sir" I nodded moving closer undoing his jeans and pulling out his hard erection, I gave his shaft some gentle kisses before taking the tip in my mouth "Ummm good girl pet, but if you're gonna do it do all of it" he demanded forcing my head down further I did my best not to choak but worked as he demanded moving to his base sucking and moving my head back and forth listening to him groan above me but as he got close I heard something a door he immediately tensed up, "Ughhhh- Hi Talulah!" Immediately I stopped rather confused "What uhh What is it darling?" "I just thought I'd come to visit you in your lovely office" "Aww that's very sweet darling," He cooed leaning on his desk "But the reason I don't let you in here is because you distract me too much" "Would I?"

"Of course, you always distract me too much" He cooed to her I tried to move back but he held my collar so I couldn't move away forcing me to keep moving, I did my best to stay quiet. I moved a little to glance up looking around the desk seeing this woman sitting on the desk she and Thomas kissing intensely his hand up to grope her breast through her shirt "Go on darling, I'll see you later" he winked to her "Right see you later" she smiled heading out and shutting the door "Umm good girl nice and quiet" He smirked pulling me up and into his lap "Come on she'll call me back to the main house in half an hour, so I need my little pet" He smirked grabbing my hips and forcing me on the desk.

#tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut

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kindan-no-kanojo · 1 year

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Forbidden Voracity ☯ Dark 08 [CG]

[ Dark 07 ← Previous ] [ Masterlist ]

—Squishy steps in the mud—

Scarlett: Nn… ( My arm doesn’t hurt that much anymore, but… )

( Kino has been awfully quiet while dragging me to… wherever we may be going. )

—Caw!

Scarlett: Yuuri…? ( He landed on the roof of an old house... )

—Yuuri drops some keys; Kino catches them—

Scarlett: ...What is this place?

Kino: Thanks, Yuuri.

Scarlett: ( He ignored me!? )

—Kino starts undoing a set of different security measures of the cabin—

Scarlett: … …? ( A lock… A chain… )

( There’s the— oh, another door… bars!? )

( Another lock… Is all that needed? There’s no one— and nothing around this place... )

—Kino finally opens the main door and steps in; Scarlett follows him inside—

[ Place: Cabin ]

Scarlett: … Excuse m——

—SLAM—

Scarlett: ——!! ( Here we go… )

( … better the door and not me, I suppose… )

S...so…

Kino: What the Hell was that!?

Scarlett: ( … of course he is angry… )

( …! But I’m angry as well! )

You...! You just left me there alone! I had to improvise!

Kino: Improvise.

Scarlett: Yes, and it worked pretty well.

They were ready to eat you alive if you kept talking.

Kino: You have no idea what I was about to say!

Scarlett: And it doesn’t matter!

They would have not believed anything you said to save yourself.

Because they don’t trust you!

Kino: And what does your speech solve!?

You left me in a worse position than the one I was in!

Scarlett: Worse? Really?

With a witness that lost her brother to you, and older people that know things but that incident is enough for them to stay quiet...

New generations blindly follow you because they know no better.

But you have done nothing to change, seemingly, only continue to enchant them with nice words...

Like you did with me!

And I’m at fault for that!?

Kino: Shut up! You have no saying in this, I had it under control!

Scarlett: Then you should have told me what you had in mind! Are we not working together!?

Or did you expect me to chicken up and cry so you could save me in front of everyone?

Kino: … … Don’t be stupid.

Scarlett: You are stupid!

Kino: Wha—!?

Take that back!

Scarlett: You started!

I haven’t talked to other people in so long…! They are lovely, they deserve better.

If you don’t talk to me, or even listen, of course I get bored.

Kino: Whatever you say.

—Kino steps in—

Scarlett: … …!?

Kino: I told you to watch your tongue before, remember?

Scarlett: Yes… but I didn’t cause any scandal.

Kino: Oh, sure. Except for that stupidity of— tsk.

Correct me!?

Who do you think you are!?

Scarlett: They need to see you want to change somehow!

Kino: Then use another method, we didn’t agree to go that far.

Scarlett: We never agree…

Kino: I wonder why.

You really need to learn when to shut up.

Acting on your own so freely will bring consequences… for me, and...

Therefore, for you.

Scarlett: It’s not that bad, you are exaggerating…

They won’t listen to someone they can’t trust.

Kino: Not if you get in the way!

Scarlett: They. Don’t. Trust. You.

You said it yourself! And I can see why.

That Ghoul Lady has a point, they can’t know if you have threatened me to be blindly on your side.

So, if they see that we are working together, one way or another, as the plan originally suggests... it may change things a little.

Did you not see how chatty they became afterwards?

Fufu, the Older Man said so, right? You should listen to me a little more~.

—Kino tousles his hair in frustration—

Kino: Ahhh…

… Did I really have to pick the one Ghoul that’s so full of herself?

Never again.

Scarlett: Don’t be so dramatic!

That is what happens when you tell nothing but lies.

Kino: … … Lies?

Scarlett: Lies! How much have you lied to them?

Better yet, to me? I can’t work with someone who is constantly dishonest.

—Kino smirks—

Kino: Wow. Is that so? I haven’t lied to you.

I don’t want to hear someone like you talking about liars.

Scarlett: Huh?

Don’t give me that! I’m serious.

Kino: I am serious too.

When did I lie to you? Be specific, go on.

Scarlett: … … ( What are you planning…? You know you lied…)

Kino: I’m waiting.

I told you they don’t trust me, so cross that out.

If I were to tell you why… Well, how stupid would that be?

‘Help me, Scar~chan! Ghouls don’t trust me because I killed a few!’

Would you trust me if I said that?

Scarlett: … well, no.

Kino: What a surprise.

That means I’m the better person, still trusting you.

Terrible mistake to even consider it, honestly.

Scarlett: … … What do you mean?

Kino: Fufufu. Use your brain.

The night we met, the night I saved you...

—Flashback—

Kino: «Where» do you «think» you’re «going»? Scarlett: … ... That is… none of your business... Kino: You know, I saved you back there. This is how you thank me? How ungrateful.

—Flashback Ends—

Kino: Ah.

Did you think I saved you from some voracious Ghouls ready to murder you?

Scarlett: … Is… Is that not…?

Wait.

If… If not... from the Ghouls… then…

Kino: You have quite the confidence in yourself, huh.

I told you they don’t kill others while sane.

You dare judge me for killing Ghouls or whatever… aren’t you a hypocrite, Red Princess.

Scarlett: … …what... ( There’s no way he knows… Unless…? )

Kino: Uwah~ what a nice expression. Need more clues?

I can only play dumb for so long, you know. It’s exhausting.

Scarlett: How—... Ah, when I passed out and—

They… They told you that—!?

Kino: Wrong. Try again.

Scarlett: Eh!?

I don’t understand…

Kino: Ha! Of course you don’t. Another clue:

They didn’t tell me anything.

You did, Scarlett.

Scarlett: Huh…? I didn’t…!

Kino: Ahh, as much as your cluelessness is starting to piss me off, I think it will be worth it to see your face the moment you finally figure it out.

Fufufu~ Will you break down? Will you go on your knees and beg me for mercy?

Will you shut up for once and accept I’m better than you? I can’t wait…

Scarlett: ( He knows… but how… how…!? )

( I didn’t tell him… I didn’t say anything…! I passed out! )

( The Ghouls must have told him… he’s lying again! )

( …Right…? )

Kino: Tick tock… My patience runs out.

But, hey, if I ever had any doubts, they are all clear now.

Seeing you desperately looking for an answer is amazing!

How was it? Who was it? Hmm?

The Ghouls? Your dear Master? Do you sleep-talk, perhaps?

Or maybe Kino-sama is a superior being that knows it all?

Hmm~~~~?

Scarlett: Stop!!

You said you didn’t kill Rhiannon-sama…

Kino: I didn’t.

Ghouls did. Not my deal.

Scarlett: Y-yes… and then…

... ... ... Oh my…

Kino: … ha…

Hahahahahaha!

Look at you! The color of your face is completely gone!

Have you figured it out? What happened in the gap between her death and our meeting?

Tell me, tell me, don’t leave me hanging!

Scarlett: Stop it… Stop...

Kino: Hahahaha~! I wonder if Yuuri would react that way if I died.

I could have used that against you at any time, but I think there was no better moment than now!

Right after you declare yourself Miss Right, so ready to correct Mister Wrong.

The nerve…

—Kino steps in, Scarlett steps back; they continue until he corners her against a wall—

Kino: My bad, as a gentleman I should have offered you a tissue at least, right?

Next time, I promise.

Hey, stop shaking like a leaf! Did you run out of words all of the sudden? Ha.

Look at me.

—He grabs her chin; holding her face up—

—CG—

Kino: You really underestimate me in more ways than one…

I’m a vampire, but even if I wasn’t...

I have a nose and a good pair of eyes. I didn’t even have to be there.

You’re so naïve, yet you believe you are so much... that’s cute.

Yes, now that I caught you, I admit you look so much cuter like this.

Scarlett: Stop it… I get it...

Kino: Fufu… I’m not the only one who needs to be corrected here, now, am I?

Scarlett: … What are you going to do…?

Kino: I wonder… Killing you won’t do anything if you don’t fear death.

That’s boring. Live with the guilt for all I care.

But let me give you some very useful advice!

From killer to killer? Hahaha~

Scarlett: Leave me… Leave me alone…

I... I won’t do anything else, I can leave and–

Kino: Oh, no, no, no. You’re listening to me.

In fact, come closer. This might help you in the future.

Scarlett: ...! ( He looks at me like that again... )

( Like he has so much power over me... and he does, just like when we met. )

( It feels I’m living that moment again, and now I can clearly see my fatal carelessness... )

( No... I don’t want to hear it...! )

Kino: Scar-chan~? See, next time you have some delicious meal…

… make sure to clean the evidence off your mouth.

—Kino brushes his thumb over Scarlett’s lip; a memory of their meeting flashes in her mind—

—Reminiscence CG

Scarlett: (... like I’m an experiment for him, too... )

Kino: I’m not blind, okay? You should thank me for getting rid of the witnesses.

No one would believe a Princess that eats cookies and lies about it with crumbs all over her face.

—End of CG

Scarlett: … … I...

... I apologize...

Kino: Miss me with that.

Now we’re clear, and you see that I have everything under control.

Fufu, you’re still trembling. Did I scare you? Great, I won’t even need to get physical this time, I guess that’s convenient.

Well, now. When you’re out of that shock, go to sleep.

The things you put me through...

—Kino walks away—

Scarlett: ....K... Kino… wait.

Kino: What.

Scarlett: Does… Does Yuuri know…?

Kino: Ha...

Who do you think cleaned after your mess?

—He leaves to the next room—

Scarlett: ... ... I see…

—Scarlett; Monologue—

I am such a fool.

Why did I think I could have control over someone when I can’t have control over myself?

Kino knew, and said nothing on my behalf.

He killed the Ghouls who saved me… for they are nothing to him, yet at the same time, it was helpful for me.

The place where his thumb was now burns. Just like then, it feels like he smeared a lipstick of blood.

… My head hurts.

I made him my enemy out of habit only. But in reality...

Power, control, confidence, a plan, someone to rely on.

…Kino has everything I want.

And trying to desperately get to that level…

…Is turning me into everything I hate.

—Monologue Ends—

—Dark 08 END—

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#Forbidden Voracity ☯#Scarlett Wakahisa #Diabolik Lovers OC #blood tw #← dont panic trust me KGJDF #.also the cg wasnt planned until i wrote this one ngl #.and the second wasnt planned until i made the first LMAO #.anyway enjoy (?)#.i'll reblog it twice maybe im so messy 😭

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a-bucket-of-trash · 1 year

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Bonds Like Tree’s Roots- Kelvin x Female Reader – P8

Tags: Fluff with a pinch of tempting

Now that Kelvin had finally changed his phone and acquired a new number, he was able to book yours and organize something special for that warm, early Saturday morning: a day on the road, together.

You left your house with a slightly more sporty and preventive outfit, and a couple of medium-sized backpacks, seeing the gentleman in the black leather jacket, standing next to his motorcycle, who already had a couple of half-full saddlebags on the back.

”Why so much baggage? Are we going on a mission to the arctic?” The ex-soldier looked at the pair of backpacks. "Or are you going back to the island to kill cannibals?"

“Food… Or what do you plan to eat when we get there? Fish and berries?” You scolded him "I remind you that you eat like a hungry lion, you are only going to empty an entire backpack"

"We're going back today, I'm not going to starve" He took the backpacks from your hands and placed them slowly and carefully on the back of his motorcycle, hooking them with the respective locks and ropes.

"Sure, but the one who gets grumpy if is hungry, is you... I suffer with the consequences" You crossed your arms next to him.

"When that happens, give me some tummy rubs..." He tied everything up firmly.

"Rottweiler" You mumbled, half sleepy.

"And you get cranky when you wake up early" He smiled, taking one of the helmets that hung from the handlebars "I know you"

“And yet, you decided that it would be a very good idea to leave at 6 in the morning…” You sighed long and whined capriciously “I'm sleepyyyyyy”

"Are you very sleepy, prettyyyy?" He gave you a helmet “Too bad, babyyyy… And I was going to let you drive my motorcycle… I guess you can't do it if you're sleepyyyyy, it wouldn't be safe…” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, shaking the keys in your face.

"I'm not sleepy! I lie!" You tried to take the keys, but he held them up high, out of your reach “Kelviiiiiinnn”

"Na-ah" He denied, smiling "Not with that ugly behavior, missy" He brought his face closer to you, leaving his cheek well exposed "Cheek"

"Silly" You kissed his cheek for a long time, receiving the keys in exchange "Yay"

"I was going to give them to you anyway, you know the city and surroundings better than me" He put on his helmet, adjusting it well, watching you do the same "We'll go get gas first, I want to go out with a full tank"

You nodded, watching him point the motorcycle at you, inviting you to get on first. Glad to finally be able to drive, you climbed in, starting the engine.

"Uhhhh!" You celebrated "I haven't done this in years"

"Not very reassuring, I hope you haven't forgotten how" Kelvin climbed in behind, trying to fit into the space left "Close and indecent or do you want me to try to keep the space?"

“Like I've never woken up on the island with your morning boner stuck in my back.” You laughed.

“Why do you have to remember that!?” He was shocked.

"To tease you a bit, obviously!" You laughed

You opened your arms a little as a sign that you allowed him to get close enough to hug you, noticing how he stuck completely to your back, his arms now chained to your waist and his head close to yours.

Already sure that everything was in order, you accelerated to go out into the street, feeling the machine obey your orders, which made you laugh slightly. You loved that feeling, and he knew it.

The sound of the engine purring, the wheels hitting the pavement, the air hissing in the helmet, the way your body leaned with the beast at every turn, and that abrupt, sweeping sensation of freedom filled your chest as if it filled a hole that existed solely for that. Added to that, your brain went into “driver” mode, paying due attention to everything around you, which, although it could be overwhelming as a beginner, now, as an expert at it, helped you forget about everything else. There was no stress, no memories of the island, no mutants or cannibals, no fights with James, no anxiety about the future. You couldn't wait to leave the city and hit the road, that was even better, with the scenery filling your senses.

"And well?" He said, raising his voice a little since the noise always drowned out what was said a little "Do you like it?"

"I love it!" You exclaimed, blissful “Thank you! Thank you! I love this!"

"Your welcome beautiful!" He smiled softly "Enjoy it!"

After only a few blocks, Kelvin soon realized how you were driving, which relaxed him completely. You were attentive to everything, it was as if you had done that every day of your life. Was even curious that you stuck at a speed not very high, as if you had a speed limiter installed in your brain, maintaining a cruising speed even below the legally allowed.

He saw how you just gave it a little more speed on the road, enough not to be a hindrance to other drivers, stuck at a constant speed, even in curves. And he loved it, realizing that you were driving basically the same as him, calm, quiet and soaking up the experience.

The man smiled to himself, noticing that from time to time you sighed, as if relaxation were filling you inside. He hated the fact that he didn't have that much savings available, otherwise he'd already be getting ready to give you your own motorcycle. A "someday" crossed his mind. Someday he would, and the two of you could ride the country's roads as a team.

"You know where we're going, right?" He asked, close to your ear.

"Obviously! I studied the map yesterday and I have a GPS just in case. Besides, it's not that far.” You didn't take your eyes off the road.

"Smart girl" He leaned his helmet against yours, hugging you closer, closing his eyes "It's been a long time since I went in the back, I had forgotten how comfortable it is"

You barely released the handlebars briefly with one of your hands to rub one of his arms in response. Not only was it comfortable for him, but hug you close was what made the whole experience better.

It was an hour later that you patted his arm again to alert him a bit, carefully turning off the road onto a secondary earth road that meandered through the trees. Little by little you took the odd path, without a soul around, until you reached a slightly more open area, a clearing among the leafy trees, covered with grass on one side of the river that purred as much as the motorcycle.

You got off after Kelvin, stretching for a long time, breathing the fresh air, exclaiming “Ouch, my butt hurts” which made him laugh.

He removed his helmet, looking around the area. Those kinds of landscapes always reminded him of certain areas of the island.

"It looks a bit like the base we made for the winter" He said, watching you take off the helmet and place it on the machine "Do you remember?"

"My soul turns cold just thinking about it" You approached him and lowered your eyes slightly "Again, thanks for letting me drive, it was great"

"Whatever you ask me, pretty" He gently kissed your head "Would you make the coffee while I put everything together? I would do it, but it tastes much more delicious to you”

“Mhm” You smiled “Also I bought a good coffee for today. I tried it yesterday, it's fabulous, strong just the way you like it”

"Great" He smiled, biting his tongue, since he had been about to say that what he liked was you.

Soon Kelvin was leaving the motorcycle in a more shady spot, taking a few things out of the packs. You saw him take off the leather jacket he always used to drive, leaving it in one of the saddlebags, and take off the hoodie he had brought just in case. He had been foolish because the weather was kind of warm, so he was feeling hot, so he took it off as well, half-ripping off the brown shirt he was wearing underneath in the process. Your eyes lightly lock on his abs, which, while not overly ripped, were clearly noticeable, evidence that lately he was focusing on his physical condition. You also recorded his lower belly, the path of body hair that trailed down from his belly button as if in invitation, and the way his hips looked disappearing under his pants.

You turned so that he wouldn't discover you visually consuming his view, and you dedicated yourself to making coffee, recognizing the monumental differences between the Kelvin you had met on the island, and the one you had in front of you. He was the same, same puppy eyes, same good-natured heart, but mentally agile, attentive, affectionate and with a much more defined physique. It was like falling in love with an improved version of the man you already loved before.

#kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest #sotf

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silver-ink-iron-words · 2 years

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Major Shift, Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Dara was chained. Like an animal, of course.

Their claws had finally receded – turned back to small, squishy human hands. Their fingers were smothered in bandages.

Previously, the shifters had only used ropes to confine Dara. But they were now lying on the cellar floor, weighed down by the heavy manacles on their wrists.

They should have been prepared, emotionally, for what happened earlier. The shifting was inevitable from the moment they were bitten. They hadn’t thought that willpower would be enough to hold it back. No, nothing like that.

It’s just that they had never expected to still be alive by this point.

Suddenly, the cellar door opened, and they heard footsteps come down the stairs. The ceiling light clicked on, and Dara gasped slightly when they saw Corbin’s tired, bitter expression.

The shifter was in full human form – no wings in sight. He stepped forward, and Dara was certain they were about to get a knife in their chest.

Which is why their eyes widened when Corbin pulled out a key.

“Why?” Dara asked, as Corbin knelt down to unlock them.

“David believes in you,” he said, not looking Dara in the eyes. “But he’s the only one. The rest of us would be more than happy to see you murdered by your friends.”

“How touching,” Dara said. But it was, strangely, comforting to hear. They normally would have suspected a trap, but the genuine bile in Corbin’s voice made them begin to believe that they might actually get out of here.

Corbin finished with the locks, and pulled the manacles off Dara’s wrists. He stood, and turned his gaze to the wall, hands in his pockets.

He was clearly waiting for Dara to leave.

“I, um,” Dara said, rising. “I – thank you.”

It was a little sickening, to thank a demon. But it also would’ve felt wrong not to.

“Just get the hell out,” Corbin muttered.

Dara wrapped their arms around themself, and went for the stairs.

Then they paused on the bottom step.

They felt the ridiculous urge to apologize. It was stupid. They hadn’t done anything wrong. They hadn’t. Their words earlier were justified, especially considering that they’d been talking to their kidnapper. But Corbin wasn’t really their kidnapper anymore, was he?

“I was lying, before,” they said. They released a breath. “I don’t know who you lost. But if they were killed by us, then they didn’t suffer. We take care not to do unnecessary harm.”

Corbin sniffed quietly, but didn’t say anything.

That’s fair, Dara thought. They started up the stairs.

“Why?”

Dara stilled, and cast a questioning look back at Corbin.

“Why?” he repeated. “You know we’re not different from you. So why do you still kill us?”

Dara frowned. They didn’t owe an explanation to a damn shifter.

But . . . maybe they could give one to their rescuer.

They gently leaned their back on the stairwell’s wall.

“Why does anyone kill anyone?” they said, hearing their voice ring in the stillness. “Every soldier knows that the guy in the foxhole across from them is just as human as they are. But they all try like hell to kill each other anyways.”

Corbin’s eyes were still cast to the side. “A lot of people have argued that war isn’t an excuse.”

“Yet here we are, fighting in one anyways.” They peered over at him. “I’ve lost people too. By the way.”

Corbin said nothing for a beat. And then he looked up, meeting Dara’s eyes for the first time in their conversation. “Just because you’re technically a shifter now doesn’t make us friends. Or allies. I won’t hesitate to kill you if you threaten my family.”

Dara raised their brows casually. “Right back at ya.”

They then left the cellar, and Corbin made no effort to stop them.

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Dara tripped and stumbled out of the treeline, cursing under their breath. They hated this damn forest.

But at least they’d finally found the house they were looking for.

They trudged across the immaculate yard. Ambled up to the door. They rang the doorbell and waited with blood pounding in their ears.

“Sir,” they said, when the door opened.

The High Huntsman flicked on the porch light, and his eyes sparked with recognition. Dara wondered for a moment why he needed the light, and then realized with a start that their night vision must have improved.

“Dara, child,” the High Huntsman said. “What happened to your face?”

Dara resisted the urge to touch the angry red talon scratches. “I was kidnapped by shifters, Sir. With all due respect, I feel it’s self-explanatory.”

The High Huntsman shook his head. “Savages.”

Dara’s fingers twitched, as they remembered their own transformation. But before they could say anything, the High Huntsman had an arm around their shoulder and was inviting them inside.

When Dara was sitting in an armchair with a mug of hot chocolate in their hands, the High Huntsman finally asked the question.

“What happened to you, child?” he said, voice tinged with concern.

Dara’s jaw tensed. “I will explain everything fully, I promise. But before that, I need to ask . . .” They swallowed. “Sir, why did you leave me to the monsters?”

Dara had suspected that the High Huntsman hadn’t wanted them to see. Their suspicions were confirmed by the old man’s grim expression.

They remembered being in that crumbling, dilapidated house, silver-bullet gun in hand. If they hadn’t been standing by the window, if they hadn’t happened to look out at precisely the right moment, they would have never seen their team quietly escape while shifters swarmed the building.

They were hoping for an explanation from the High Huntsman, maybe even an apology. They were not ready for the irritation in their leader’s eyes.

“Are you half-animal already, child? You forget yourself.”

Dara winced. Was the wildness really overtaking them this quickly? It was a scary thought.

“If you must know, it is because that damned Shifter King is planning a major assault against us.” The High Huntsman’s eyes bore into Dara. “We are all in danger, child. And so I did what I had to do. We need an agent on the inside.”

Dara blinked, as their mind worked to make sense of what they’d just heard. “You knew he’d come to collect me.”

“In all honesty, I expected him to take you as soon as you were bitten.” He smiled. “It was a touching surprise when I learned that you tried to come back to us.”

Lily must have told him.

When Dara was first bitten, they ran. They’d stumbled and hurried and cried, arm bleeding all the way. They’d made it to base, and encountered their friend Lily, who was overjoyed to see them alive. They should have told her about the bite, but when they looked into her eyes . . . they lost their nerve. Instead, they ran again. They had made up their mind to return to the hunters after all, when the Shifter King intercepted them.

To know that this whole ordeal was part of a plan . . .

“You could have told me.” Did the High Huntsman think that Dara would have refused to do it? Did he doubt their loyalty?

The High Huntsman simply grinned. “Your reactions needed to be genuine, child. The Shifter King would have suspected, otherwise.”

Dara’s hands clenched around their mug.

I could have died.

But instead of saying that, they let their shoulders slump. “I wasn’t able to gather much information. I’m sorry.”

The High Huntsman’s mouth pressed into a disapproving line. “Then you need to go back, child. And this time, try not to disappoint.”

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the skeleton key | chapter one: jigsaw pieces (part two)

The memory of having driven out to Santa Barbara to see him flashed through my mind: all the while, I was expecting to see one of those white vans with the serial number on the back fender. I knew back then that I would never forget seeing the silhouette of Chris' frizzy curls in the backseat, through the rear view mirror, and to that day, I wished that we had followed that van over to the Grenada Theater. But we never did see anything like that on the P.C.H., all the way down to Anaheim.

Meanwhile, Marcy seemed blissfully unaware of my going down memory lane as she hummed to herself and drummed her fingers on the rim of the steering wheel. She had suggested putting on some Kiss on the way down but it wasn't that far, and besides, neither of us knew what they were going to play for the evening as well. I had listened to their first record, but that was where it started and ended with me.

We were hours early and luckily, we had found a spot right down the block and not too far from the entrance. It had been a long time since I was at the House of Blues: my last concert there was Velvet Revolver, back in high school. I thought about digging my old shirt out of the back of the closet when I spotted a tall man with long blond hair over by the edge of the blood-red awning and the vertical sign with the flaming heart. He was wrapped up in a thin black leather jacket and he looked to be waiting for someone with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

Marcy pulled on the parking brake while I peered out the rear driver's side window: I swore that I recognized him, even from a distance.

“What's the matter?” she asked me.

“I think I just saw Jerry Cantrell,” I confessed to her. “Over by the vertical sign, kind of... away from everybody else.”

“Well, you have to remember that they're like an all-star supergroup,” she explained. “You know, it's the four of them and then they have all manner of guest singers floating around in the wings, especially during their gigs. So, expect to see some faces around here.” But then she glanced back over her shoulder for a look out there as well. “That does kinda look like him, though, doesn't it?”

“It's hard to tell from here,” I noted, and I climbed out of the car first.

That night of seeing Alice in Chains all over again, but this time, I was actually about to see him for myself, that is if it was in fact him there underneath the sign. The flaming heart had lit up, even though nightfall was a few hours off: as we crossed the street and came on closer, I recognized his prominent brow, illuminated by the warm red and white neon light over his head. He gazed down at his phone and nudged a lock of smooth blond hair back from his face.

“Is it—?”

“Is it really?” Marcy followed suit.

“Yeah, it's definitely Jerry! Come on, come on...” We hurried up the walkway to the outside patio: four o'clock in the afternoon and a few patrons had already settled in before the big Friday night rush into the venue. But we rounded the corner right as he glanced up from his phone.

“God, I wish I had my drawing with me,” I mumbled to myself. He showed us a smile.

“Hello,” he greeted us.

“Hi,” I led the way.

“Hi,” Marcy echoed me.

“How's it going?” he asked us as he tucked his phone back into his jacket pocket to better pay attention to us.

“We just wanted to meet you,” Marcy explained. “Meet you before the show starts.”

“And without all the official crap,” I added, to which he chuckled at that.

“Oh, I feel you ladies,” he said, and his voice was like melted chocolate in its smoothness. “Sometimes it feels nearly impossible to meet fans anymore without them having to pay an arm and a leg for backstage passes. It's usually right before a show starts, too, so we can't chat for hours on end.”

“I'm kicking myself that I didn't bring the drawing that I made for you,” I confessed to him.

“You made something for me?” he asked me, and he showed me a little unsure smile.

“I'm afraid it's in my desk drawer back home,” I told him with a shrug of my shoulders.

“Aw, man, you should always bring that with you whenever you go to a show! I'm really curious now.”

“You oughta give her your number,” Marcy joked to him.

“And why should I give her my number?” he demanded as he pressed his hands to his hips.

“So I can give you that drawing!” I declared. “Duh!” He burst out laughing at that.

“I think that can in fact be arranged,” he told me, and he reached into his opposite jacket pocket for a small notepad of paper and a pen. Marcy put her arm around me and gave me a little shake of excitement.

“You mean it?” I asked him, taken aback.

“Yeah, I kinda like you girls,” he said as he ran his tongue along his lips. “You saw me from afar and didn't make fools of yourselves.” He turned his attention to me, and he knitted his eyebrows at the sight of me.

“By the way, you smell good,” he confessed to me.

“I work in a bakery,” I replied with as I fixed my sweater. “I often come home smelling of bread and cakes.”

“Oh, that's gotta be like one of the best things in the world,” he said, and that sly grin never left his face. “What's your name, by the way?”

“Alison,” I told him. “My friends call me Alison Chains.”

“I was just gonna say, Alison Chains,” he chirped, and he handed me the piece of paper.

“And I'm Marcy Playground,” she added, and he let out a big bold laugh at that.

“Yeah, I really like you girls,” he decreed.

“Will you be joining them up on stage?” I asked him as I held the paper up to my chest, as if I had just been offered a date.

“Who, Metal Allegiance? I just might, you never know.” He flashed me a wink, and for a second, I swore that he puckered his lips at me. Jerry then took his phone back out of his jacket. “Speaking of, I've got a place to be. I'll catch you girls later.” He showed us a pretty little wave before he ducked back to the other side of the building to meet up with someone else, and Marcy and I gaped at each other.

“He was hitting on me, wasn't he,” I muttered aloud.

“He certainly was,” Marcy replied with a chuckle. “He gave you his number, teased you, 'you smell good'...” She brought a hand to her face to stop her laughter in its tracks, but she laughed anyway.

With our masks on, we hung out there on the front patio until the bar opened, and at that point, I had hurried back to the car for those drawings. I kept them close to me lest anyone see them and take the surprise out of it all.

Marcy had ordered me a midori sour while she took a Cosmo for herself. Nothing to see here, just a couple of girls enjoying life as it was there on a Friday night. We congregated out on the patio once again, that time under the veil of the twilight. As far as I knew, they all had gone backstage and met up for their annual warm up before the show started. I tucked the drawings underneath my chest as I sipped on that glass of bright green, so bright in fact I wondered if it would glow a bright neon from under the floodlights that lined the awning above us.

“You think Jerry's going to be up there with them?” I asked her at one point.

“No clue. He did hint at it, though, didn't he?”

“Nah, he gave me that 'you never know' thing that I employ now and again.” She chuckled some more as she sipped on her Cosmo. Still, I wondered if Jerry really meant it or if he was only there for a good time.

I still had a lot of drink left over by the time the doors opened and we filed inside of there: we were in the drink rail section, right behind the pit, and right next to the sound booth so we could not only see everything but see everything that went down behind the scenes as well. I was eager to witness them, my very first heavy metal show: the closest I had gotten before then was Korn, but they were a league of their own in my eyes. I was in need of witnessing some metal in the flesh, and what better way to go about with it with some all-stars and their opener, “Pledge of Allegiance”, sung by a guy who introduced himself as Mark. His long black hair seemed to float around his head while his sun-kissed skin seemed to glow under the lights. He was like a vampire.

Mike towered over his drum kit with a long goatee dyed a bright fiery red and a ball cap turned backwards over his head. Dave had opened his shirt and let his long mousy colored hair dangle over his shoulders, almost nearly identical to the drawing that I had made: indeed, it was the drawing closest to my chest. All four men had such long luscious hair down past their shoulders, especially that lead guitarist with the plume of gray at the side of his head. He was so long and lanky, and his fingers seemed to crawl across the guitar neck with utmost control and ease.

Something about him was so hypnotic and entrancing, and I realized I was watching Alex. Every so often, he gave his hair a little toss back with the flick of his head. He, too, was like a vampire.

Right before us, a mosh pit was forming down in the floor section, and I was glad that Marcy and I had picked out the drink rail instead. On the other hand, the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if any drunk people could come out of the woodwork as the show progressed along.

The lights swept over us, and I raised my glass right then: the green of the midori shone bright towards Mark like a searchlight. He pointed right at me and Marcy let out a loud cheer, and he flashed the two of us a thumbs up. She gave me a high five right then, and I put my arm around her: I was holding onto those drawings for dear life against her shoulder.

Another singer, a man named Troy, took to the stage next. We were also met with a few female singers, as well as a big Native American man whom Alex seemed particularly chummy with: I was going to learn all of their names by St. Patrick’s Day, I was certain of it.

“Someone backstage recommended these to the two of you,” was all I could hear over the noise of the crowd.

I turned my head to see Marcy talking to one of the ushers. She leaned in closer to her to hear it, and then she turned to me, even with her mask on over her face.

“Someone who bought presale tickets didn’t show up, and someone backstage suggested we get them!”

It was meeting Chris all over again, from the excitement to the fact it felt like the tickets fell out of the sky.

“Dammit, Jerry,” was all I could mutter to myself as the two of us strode on up the aisle towards the pit section. It was going to be a bit unruly there, but I held onto those drawings for dear life. It was exactly like when I met Chris, except I had no clue as to when or if I could be able to make my way up there to the rail to catch someone's attention.

But we stood there at the rim of the pit. It wasn’t like the Grenada Theater where I could duck to the stage and flag down their attention: if we ran, we could make our way over to the stage and do that. But the theater had the help of a buffer zone of sorts: i ran the risk of being smacked in the head or knocked down by the pit.

I had a hunch that the show was going to wrap up soon enough, and thus, I had to act quick.

“Here, I'll hold your purse,” she said right into my ear, and I slung it off my shoulder for her. I then took one final drink of my midori sour. The mosh pit flared up again, and it was of substantial size at that point. But I clutched onto the drawings, and I glanced up at the stage, at Mike’s red goatee, at Alex’s plume of gray hair, and I knew that my gun was loaded. I had cleaned my gun.

I wore actual shoes that evening rather than little slippers.

I looked over at Marcy and the expression of concern on her face, even from behind her mask.

“Fuck it, I'm going in,” I blurted out.

I bowed my head and kept the drawings close to me. I was running through a war zone. I skirted along the rim of the actual mosh pit itself, and I ran opposite to the ring. I was getting close to the stage. I could see Alex and Dave’s feet.

Someone pushed me, hard.

I fell right before I reached the stage. People behind me gasped.

Someone pushed me because I was going against the current.

“Pick her up! Pick her up!” someone declared in the microphone. “Somebody help her out!”

I fell face down, right by the side of the stage. I knew I should have avoided the pit section but I needed to give the art away. There was no way around it without any sort of elbowing or moving about with utmost power, and I had my hands full with those drawings fresh off the press.

“Oh, god, I think she's hurt,” I heard someone say. I lay there on the hard floor with a sharp pain in my shoulder. I pinched my eyes shut, and all the while, I thought about Chris. I rolled over as I could feel their hands on me. I was so relieved to have my mask on.

The silhouette of his face right above me.

Not even his marriage could stop the feeling that I sensed between us.

There was something between me and him, something that I missed for so long at that point.

“Are you okay?”

I swore that I heard his voice again. Almost a decade since he and I had met and came face to face with each other, and the better part of one since he had passed. Somewhere through the pain, I believed that I had found him again, like in the dream the day after the news had hit us all. But I still recognized his voice.

I still recognized him.

“Hey, doll, are you okay?”

I opened my eyes to see those deep set bright eyes right over me, in all their luminosity and all their soul. For a second, I thought I had met Chris again, with that scraggly dark hair all around his head and shoulders and the soulful look to his eyes. But Chris never had that prominent of a nose, or that bright of a gray streak upon his head, or that olive of skin, either.

“Are you alright?” he asked me in a gentle voice; those prominent teeth, those soft looking lips…

“I think so,” I replied to him in a broken voice; I hoped he could hear me through that thick mask.

“You be careful out there in the pit, okay?” he advised me; when he raised his dark eyebrows, it brightened his whole face. “Someone tries to come at you, don’t be afraid to give 'em hell.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah...” I sputtered out; he gave me his hands and helped me to my feet. It was right then I realized I had dropped the drawings but someone caught them for me.

“Hey, did you draw these?” Mark asked me as he showed me the one of him, a mirror image drawing where one side of him resembled a football coach and the other side had him dressed to perform along with his bass guitar.

“Yeah, those are for you guys,” I said as I rubbed my head with my fingers.

“Holy shit!” He showed Alex the one of him, to which he gasped and he held his hand to his chest as if he had seen heaven.

“Oh, my god, these are amazing,” he told me, and then he turned to the tech behind him. He said something but I couldn't hear anything over the noise of the crowd behind me. He then handed the drawing to the tech, and turned to me.

“Go backstage,” he advised me. “My tech will take care of you, but we’re almost done, though. We’ll be with you before you know it.”

“Thank you,” I said to him as I gathered myself and followed his tech backstage. “Thank you, Alex.”

I hoped that Marcy would find her way back there as well.

And all I could think right then was “dammit, Jerry.”

#the skeleton key #the skeleton key fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #metal allegiance #heavy metal fanfic #alex skolnick #dave ellefson #mike portnoy #mark menghi #mark osegueda #oc tag #writing #text

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Imagine.............Onyxe took you as bait so Jake and his family would came and rescue you.

Key: ()=Authors Note, Y/N=Your Name, Y/N/N=Your Nick Name and Y/L/N=Your Last Name.

Summary: You got captured by Onyxe. Jake decided to go and save you himself but got caught in the process. So his family come to rescue both you and Jake.

When Jake found out Onyxe took you he went to save you. He didn't have a plan but all he knew was that he had to know you' where okay. When he went to the lair he didn't know his family followed him.

Amy: Jake, you can't go alone.

Vic: Your sister's right son, you don't even have a plan.

Jake: Okay so let me get this straight....You're telling me that I shouldn't save my girlfriend.

Eva: Jakey we're not saying that. It's just you're rushing into things.

Colby: Yeah and you can't save her without having a plan.

Jake just ignored his family, got suited up and left. His family looked at each other.

Eva: Suit up.

Time Skip.

Jake tried to save you but it was an illusion and he was now stuck.

Jake: Now I know what you're thinking. Oh no! Jake's in a cage. How did this happen? Well, sometimes you have to get captured just to get a straight answer out of somebody. It's a long story but basically I'm trying to save my girlfriend. See, I spent some time in Texas, hiding out, having to keep the secret that i'm a villain along with the rest of my family. Then I meet Y/N, my girlfriend... she's really cute. Then she got captured so I came to save her without having a plan, which led me all the way here into this cage... where I met you.

He was in chains and talking to a skeleton that was in the cage with him.

Jake: How much longer do you think we'll be here?

Suddenly the bottom of the cage opened and now Jake was hanging from the chains.

Onyxe: Chaos, Son of Surge.

Jake: Onyxe. Son of a b***...you're still alive! I thought my sister killed you, like, a year ago.

Onyxe: I cannot die. Not until I fulfill my destiny and take away the one person you love most in the world. Other than your family.

Jake: You know, it's funny you should mention that because I've been having these terrible dreams of my girlfriend dying in my arms and you Onyxe are at the center of it all.

Onyxe: Then you have seen Ragnarok, the fall of love. The great prophecy--

Jake: Hang on. Hang on.

Jake: I'll be back around shortly. I really feel like we were connecting there. After a beat,

Jake: Okay, so, Ragnarok. Tell me about that. Walk me through it.

Onyxe: My time has come. When my crown is reunited with the Eternal Flame, I shall be restored to my full might. I will tower over the mountains and bury my sword deep in Y/N's--

Jake: Oh, hang on. Give it a second. Once again,

Jake: I swear I'm not even moving, it's just doing this on its own. I'm really sorry. Okay, let me get this straight. You're going to put your crown into the Eternal Flame, and then you'll suddenly grow as big as a house--

Onyxe: A mountain!

Jake: The Eternal Flame that my mum keeps locked away in our lair?

Onyxe: Your absence has left your family defenceless.

Jake: Okay, so where is it? This crown? But more importantly.... WHERE'S MY GIRLFRIEND?

Onyxe laughed manically and smirked at Jake.

Onyxe: This is my Crown, the source of my power. Oh, and your little girlfriend is my slave.

Jake: Oh, that's a crown? I thought it was a big eyebrow. And also.....YOUR CRULE. USEING MY GIRLFRIEND AS YOUR SLAVE. WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS..

Onyxe: It's a crown. And what are you gonna do?

Jake: BEAT THE LIVING CRAP OUTA YA. That's what. Anyway, it sounds like all I have to do to stop Ragnarok is to rip that thing off your head.

Onyxe: But Ragnarok has already begun. You cannot stop it. I am your girlfriends doom, and so are you. You and your family will suffer, and will burn.

Jake: That's intense. To be honest, seeing you grow really big and set fire to a house would be quite the spectacle. But it looks like I'm going to have to go with option B where I bust out of these chains, knock that tiara off your head, and stash it away in our vault in the lair.

Onyxe: You cannot stop Ragnarok. Why fight it?

Jake: Because that's what heroes do.

Jake: Wait, sorry. I didn't time that right. (pause) And, now!

Jake used his strength and got out of the chains then Amy came.

Jake: Great timing. You could have come sooner.

Onyxe: You have made a grave mistake, Chaos.

Jake: I make grave mistakes all the time. Everything seems to work out.

Amy and Jake battle Onyxe while Colby, Vic and Eva went to find you.

Another Time Skip.

Jake: I thought I lost you. Gosh, I am never letting you out of my sight again.

You and His family have never seen Jake this happy. You let out a small chuckle and smiled at him.

You: You're not gonna lose me silly. You're stuck with me for the rest of your life.

Jake smirked at you and gave you a sweet yet passionate kiss on the lips. You kissed him back.

Vic, Colby and Eva: AWWWW.

Amy looked at the two of you half disgust half happy.

Amy: Get a room love birds.

You and Jake stoped kissing and looked at Amy. You saw the playful smile on her face. His family could see that he was happy with you. And if he's happy then they're happy.

#the villains of valley view #the villains of valley view imagines #jake madden x reader #jake madden imagine #amy madden #colby madden

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Senseless Souls

amab!masc!oc x female!oc

WARNING: Mentions of being dr*gged, using feet?, killing, being chased, hitting, knife play.

NSFW: rough, unprotected (always wrap it up!), pnv sex, choking, hair pulling, scratching, fingering, oral (both receiving), 69, spitting, daddy kink, dom/sub if you squint, switch, biting, aftercare, praise kink, etc.

a/n: i went for an erotically psycopathic vibe lol. first time writing smut, constructive criticism is welcomed hate is not. got lazy at the end..

The chase is so thrilling. When they start to run it makes me feel lively. It’s riveting. Like a predator chasing its prey. Running through trees. Eyes never leaving my target.

She is running as fast as she can. Little does she know I’m faster. Twigs occasionally snapping under our footwear. Gaining on her, I prepare to capture. Once close enough, I tackled her. We landed on the ground with a thud. She squirmed under my weight, clawing at the dirt. I placed my hand under her chin and elevated her head. I retrieved the syringe from my back pocket. Leaning down to her ear, I inserted the syringe into the side of her neck. She continued to struggle against my grip. I slowly emptied the syringe.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. Just go to sleep.” I said just above a whisper. She gradually became weaker and weaker.

Once she was completely unconscious, I carefully placed her head down. I rose to my full height. I bent down and turned the young woman over. I wrapped my arms around her waist and began to lift her. I got her on her feet, and threw her body over my shoulder. I began to walk back to my lair. It was never supposed to be like this. She wasn’t supposed to find out. Now that she knows, she’ll never look at me the same.

Upon entering the house, I proceed into the basement. I place her feet on the ground, and hold her upright against me. I reached above my head to grab the chains. Once her hands were bound, I got a loose chain for her feet. I walked over to the wooden table in the corner, and I threw my keys upon it. I grabbed a white cloth and a dispensing bottle with a needle tip labeled ‘Ammonia’. I lightly squeezed a few drops onto the cloth in my left hand and placed the bottle back down with my right. I walked in front of the young woman bound by chain. I slowly held the cloth up to her nostrils.

The young woman gasped awake after a second. She became alert and anxious. Frantically searching her surroundings, until finally her eyes landed on mine. She stared at me, eyes pleading. On the verge of tears. She slowly came to realize that she could no longer move. She looked and saw her hands bound tightly in chains, as well as her feet; chains locked. She turned her attention back to me. Panic presenting itself in her eyes.

“Please let me go. Please.” She begged just above a whisper. “I swear I won’t say anything to anyone!” She frantically stated. My unamused gaze pointed in her direction, as I leaned against a wooden column. Arms folded. Eyes low.

“As if I haven't heard that before.” I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. “I swear! You’re my best friend, Frankie. When have I ever lied to you?” The brunette questioned, with desperation present in her eyes. The woman had a point, she’s never lied to me. Or maybe she’s just that good at it. I’m not sure she can be trusted. “You’re staying, end of story.” I finalized. No emotion upon my face. Silence took over the room. The woman’s head hung low as tears began a pathway down her cheeks. “Don’t start with the tears, Vanessa, please.” I ran my hands down my face with a sigh. With a roll of my neck, I stepped away from the wooden column, and toward my table. I pulled out a chair and sat backwards in it.

Half an hour, and I still have no clue what to do with my best friend. I feel like we’ve been staring at each other for hours. I can’t kill her, she’s my best friend. With a sigh I stood from the chair that I was seated in. “I’ll get you some water and something to eat.” I stated in a low tone. I walked away and proceeded up the stairs into the kitchen.

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Once she was gone, I looked around frantically for something that could get me out of these chains. My eyes turned to the right and landed on a table with a lot of labeled bottles, chemicals, weapons and other clutter on it. My eyes specifically focused on a set of keys resting on the table. At this point, I was glad my shoes weren’t tight. I quickly slipped off the sneakers. The table was slightly far but hopefully still close enough for me to reach. I used my strength to slowly pull my legs up and toward the table. I was able to get my toes to the edge of the wooden table. I planted them and straightened my body. I used my core strength to bring both of my feet all the way onto the table. I use my toes to bring the keys closer so I could get a good hold on them.

Once I retrieved them, I carefully lifted my legs and brung the keys to my hand. I dropped my legs, to let my stomach rest for a second after using all my strength. I wanted to get out before Frankie came back. I took a deep breath, fixed the keys in my hand, and lifted my legs all the way to the key. I used the smallest key, it being the only one that would fit. When it unlocked, I removed said lock, and the chain fell.

I panicked, it sounded loud enough for her to hear, at least that's what my brain was telling me. I wasn’t sure if Frankie was even still here so I quickly unlocked my hands. I went over to the table and grabbed the knife that was amongst the clutter. I heard fast and heavy footsteps from above me. My suspicions have been confirmed; Frankie is still here. I frantically tucked the knife in the pocket of my jeans, grabbed a loose cloth, a bottle labeled chloroform and I hid behind the stairs.

The door to the basement opened. I squeezed a few drops of the chloroform onto the cloth and sat the bottle down quietly. When Frankie reached the bottom of the stairs she saw the chains on the ground. I waited patiently for her to walk toward the chains. When she walked further, before she could turn around, I ran and jumped on her back. I quickly placed the cloth over her nose and mouth. She gripped my hair as she became weaker and weaker as did her grip.

“Don’t worry mama will take good care of you.” I whispered in her ear; same as she did to me. When she was unconscious I stood above her. I sighed, “Now how am I gonna get you in this chair?” I said out loud with my hands on my hips.

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I was awakened by a strong smell. My vision was blurry. My head hung low. I groaned as I tried to move my arms. I slowly lifted my head. As I slowly started to regain my consciousness I felt weight on me. My vision started to clear. A sudden slap of a hand sped up the process. I looked up and saw Vanessa in front of me. More specifically, she was very close. I looked down to find that the young woman was sitting on my lap.

“Did you just hit me?” I look at her confused. “Yes.” She admitted with her arms crossed. “For what?” I questioned. “You weren’t waking up fast enough.” She shrugged. “When you were waking up, I didn’t hit you.” I argued. “Yeah well…I woke up faster than you did and that would be assault. You’re way bigger than I am.” She argued back. “I’m not that big.” I defended. She gave me a ‘Really?’ face. “You’re 6 '4, 230 pounds, and built like the hulk.” “So? You’re exaggerating.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance. “What do you mean “So?” I’m 5 '6, 215 pounds, and thick. Bottom line is, it wouldn’t be fair.” She rolled her eyes.

There was a moment of silence before I felt another sting on my face. She stood up from my lap. “What the hell was that for?” I yelled; she rounded the chair until she stood directly behind me. “For drugging me and chaining me up.” She stated. I just sighed; it was well deserved. She pulled my hair and put a knife to my throat. “Why did you do that?” She asked. “I panicked, I didn’t know what else to do. You caught me murdering someone for fucks sake. I thought you were gonna rat me out. I didn’t know if I could trust you.” I explained through gritted teeth, getting lost in her dark brown eyes; holding in a groan from her grip on my hair. She released her hold on my hair and took the knife away from my throat; but what confused me was when she started laughing.

“What?” I asked. “You’re my best friend, Frankie. I wouldn’t want you to rat me out so why would I do it to you?” That just confused me further. “Wait what? What do you mean?” She slightly shook her head. She slowly let her hands glide down my front. When her hands reached my pants she used one of her hands to squeeze the bulge forming in my jeans. I winced “I’m not as innocent as you believe, love. I’ve killed. As have you.” She whispered into my ear; I smirked. She rounded the chair once again and returned the knife to the table then straddled me, as she had before. “All this time I’ve been killing; and I’m the one that caught you.” She added with a chuckle. “And you wanna know something else?” She said in my ear, along with a bite. “Tell me.” I said back into hers. She looked me in my eyes and she said—

“I’ve even killed for you.” A switch in me flipped. She was well aware; she always knew how to push my buttons. A small smirk appeared on my face. My half lidded eyes bore into her own. She pulled her body closer to mine; our hips fitting like a puzzle. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “You gotta admit, I put on a pretty good act. Did I not?” She started; a smile creeping onto her face. “Leading you to believe that I was your prey. When all along, you had no idea that I’ve killed a lot of people; including any girl who has ever gotten close to you.” She admitted in a low sultry tone.

“You did that for me?” I asked with a grin, eyes remaining low. Her hands cupped my face, our faces mere inches apart. “Yes, daddy.” She said with a sly grin, knowing that name got under my skin. “Oh you’re playing a dangerous game baby.” I said with an airy laugh. “I like dangerous, daddy.” She whispered and bit her lip giving me those doe eyes that always granted her what she wanted from me. “What do you want from me? Huh? Tell me what you want.” I demanded, eyes traveling from her eyes to her lips. “I want—” She paused. “Yeah?” I said, urging her to continue. “I want you. All to myself.” She confessed.

“Is that right?” I taunted. “Mhm. I want this.” She reached between us and gripped my erection. I bit my lip as my eyes fluttered shut; I lowered my head. “Frankie.” She called in a singy-song. She cupped my chin and made me look at her. “Give me what I want.” She demanded. “Ask nicely.” “...Please.” She pleaded with a pout. “Can you please give me what I want?” She whined. “I can’t give you what you want ‘til you take these chains off me mama.” I added. “Daddy has to ask mama nicely.” She said. “Can mama please let daddy go?” I asked nicely.

“Yes daddy. I would do anything for you.” She stated. “Is that so?” I asked. She nodded. “Words baby.” “Yes Frankie.” She answered as she grinded in my lap. “Then, Take. These. Chains. Off. Me.” I gritted in demand. She stood up and grabbed the keys from her back pocket. I stared into her eyes while she unlocked the chains. As soon as the chains hit the ground, she slowly backed away. I slowly rose to my feet and creeped toward the young woman.

When her back hit the wall she realized there was nowhere for her to go nor run. In seconds I was inches away from her as she stared up into my eyes. I placed my hand amongst the wall and I slowly ran the other from her stomach to her throat. I squeezed slightly. She whimpered and bit her lip. “I’m sorry. Do you forgive me baby?” I asked. “Yes Frankie. I forgive you. I’m sorry too.” She replied. “Daddy forgives you baby.” I leaned in slowly, ghosting my lips over hers. When she leaned in, I slightly moved back. She whined and pouted. I softly pecked her lip that she had poked out. I reached down with the hand that was on her throat and squeezed her ass. She released a breathy moan. I used that as an opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. As we kissed I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist. Not breaking the kiss I lifted her with eaze and carried her upstairs to the bedroom.

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The pair entered the room, lips still locked. Frankie carefully laid Vanessa down on the soft duvet and quickly removed her pants. She ran her hands up Vanessa’s body then her arms. She interlocked their hands above her head. Frankie kissed down to her neck and bit her. Vanessa let out a soft moan as Frankie licked the mark to soothe the pain. She kissed Vanessa’s breast that spilled out of her top. Frankie sat up and easily tore open Vanessa’s top before removing her own; including her sports bra. Vanessa sat up and removed the remains of her shirt then laid back. Frankie leaned over Vanessa with one hand, reached behind her with the other and unclipped her bra, removed her panties, and discarded them somewhere in the room. Vanessa flipped them over.

“I thought you said you were gonna give me what I wanted.” Vanessa recalled grinding her wet cunt against the rough material of Frankie’s jeans. “Take whatever you want mama.” She heard her deep voice say so the young woman did just that. She turned around and backed up until she hovered over her face. Frankie gripped the woman’s love handles, sat her down and licked her slit. Vannesa threw her head back in pleasure as she sucked her clit. Vanessa reached down and palmed the erection in her pants.

Frankie groaned, her voice vibrating on her soaked cunt. She reached up and wrapped one hand in her hair and pulled. Vanessa moaned and started grinding back and forth on her face. Frankie stuck her tongue in her entrance. Vanessa began to bounce on her long, wet tongue. Frankie released her hair, reached around and traced circles on her clit as she scratched at her abs. She growled, finding pleasure in the pain. Frankie flicked her tongue along the woman's walls.

“Don’t stop baby! Please don’t ever stop!” Vanessa chanted and pleaded. Frankie obeyed her wish. “Francesca.” She whispered like a prayer. She yelped when she felt a slap on her ass. She leaned forward and unbuckled Frankie’s pants while Frankie replaced her tongue with two of her fingers. She moaned loudly at the new sensations. Frankie lifted up so Vanessa could get her pants and boxers down. She pulled them down just enough to free her girthy, 7-inch, painful erection.

Frankie sighed in relief. She pressed the soft spot in her cunt. She gasped “Right there! Frankie, right there! Don’t stop!” She screamed and moaned then spit on her hard dick and started to bob her head. “Oh fuck.” Frankie moaned then latched her mouth onto her clit and sucked harshly. She continues to press on her g-spot.

Vanessa started to get a little overstimulated. Their moans and groans vibrated on one another. Vanessa sucked and stroked while Frankie did the same. Vanessa released her cock from her mouth “Frankie I’m gonna cum!” She screamed, feeling her orgasm creeping up on her quickly, she continued to stroke Frankie's dick. “Let it out for me baby.” Frankie encouraged.

She replaced her tongue with her thumb. She rubbed circles on her clit and sped up her pace. “You can scream as loud as you want, baby, no one can hear us.” Frankie stated. Vanessa cried out as she came. Even after she came Frankie didn’t stop. Her tight cunt couldn’t stop convulsing around her fingers. “Frankieee!” She screamed, grabbing hold of the covers. “What’s the matter baby? I thought you told me to never stop.” Frankie taunted. Vanessa’s legs started to shake. She leaned down and started to suck and slurp her dick. One of her hands stroked the other half of her length and the other massaged her balls. Her moans vibrated on her tip.

“Holy shit Vanessa!” Frankie knows she was trying to get payback so she went as fast as she could with her hands. “I’m cumming! I’m cu–” She was cut off by her own scream. She squirted. She couldn’t continue her movements on Frankie. When Frankie still didn’t stop, she became so overwhelmed that she tapped her thigh frantically. “Tap! I tap out. I tap out!” Frankie stopped her movements immediately and cleaned her cum off of her fingers. Vanessa turned and laid her head on Frankie's chest. Frankie rubbed her head with a chuckle then wrapped her arms around her. “I just need a second to recover and I’ll be good as new.” Frankie laughed at her comment.

After a few minutes, Vanessa sat up. “Your turn.” She smirked and pulled her pants and boxers all the way off. She climbed on top of Frankie and hovered over her dick. She grabbed it and Frankie watched pleased with the sight in front of her. Vanessa spit on the erection, stroked it and brought it to her entrance. She winced as she slowly sunk down on her length. Bit by bit she took every inch, adjusting to her size, while Frankie was also getting used to the tightness and warmth of her cunt. Then Vanessa's hips connected with hers while Frankie gripped her love handles. “Stay right there baby. Don’t move.” She said for the sake of them both; she didn’t want to cum too quickly and she wanted her to adjust to her size before going any further.

“Take over baby. Doesn’t matter the pace. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll follow.” Frankie said. She started to slowly lift herself and back down again. She placed her small soft hands on the bed beside Frankie’s head. She gradually picked up her pace and began bouncing up and down. Vanessa moaned as her hands clench the sheets. “Fuck.” Frankie growled as she watched her dick go in and out of her cunt.

Frankie looked up and saw Vanessa had her eyes shut, biting her lip. She sat up and wrapped an arm around her waist to stop her movements. She moved her slightly disheveled hair from her face. “Talk to me mama. Do you wanna stop?” Frankie asked, concerned, as she cupped her jaw. “No. It’s just– I want you to take over. I love that you always let me take over, but I want you to do it this time.” She confessed. “You sure baby?” Frankie questioned. She nodded as they stared into one another's eyes. “I want you to fuck me however you want.” She cupped Frankie’s face in her hands. “Can you do that for me?” She inquired. “I can do anything you want me to.” Frankie connected their lips in a passionate kiss. She flipped them over not breaking the kiss. She reached between them and guided her length back to her entrance. She broke the kiss to gaze into the eyes of the woman below her.

She slowly slipped in as the woman below wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her all the way down on top of her. She went to lift up so as not to crush her but the woman protested pulling her back down. “I’m too heavy, baby, I don’t wanna crush you.” Frankie said.

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine. I want you close to me.” Vanessa reassured. Frankie obeyed the woman’s wish and rested her head in the crook of her neck. The woman below tapped her lower back as if to tell her to start moving, and so she did. Frankie started slowly stroking deep into her.

Frankie bottomed out as she groaned. Vanessa was breathing heavily as the woman above her grabbed one of her hands, interlocked it, and planted it above her head. She moaned softly as she felt the woman’s length dragging in and out of her walls. “Faster daddy.” She moaned and the woman obeyed. “Fuck I love it when you call me that.”

Frankie continued to gradually increase her pace. Vanessa’s moans became louder. “Shit.” Frankie moaned. The sound was music to Vanessa’s ears. A sound she never wanted to stop hearing. “Harder.” She begged. Just like always she granted the woman's request. She squeezed the woman's hand as her strokes got rougher. “Yes daddy.” Vanessa moaned knowing the effect that name had on her. Frankie sat up and flipped Vanessa over and entered her again. She gripped the woman's love handles and began pounding into her. Vanessa's eyes rolled back while she moaned loudly. She turned slightly, reached back and gripped Frankie’s throat. “Vanessa.” She moaned. Vanessa tightened around her. “Fuck!” She groaned loudly. Vanessa released her grip on her throat as Frankie grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled. “How does that feel? Talk to me mama.” Frankie asked her. “So good. Don’t stop.” She whined breathlessly in response. Frankie watched Vanessa’s ass recoil as her hips slammed against it. Frankie slowly rolled her hips in every direction, searching for that spot. She knew she found it when she heard, “There! Right there!” She yelled breathlessly. “There?” She tested the spot again. “Yes, daddy!” She whimpered. “I got you mama.” She wrapped her hands around her neck and interlocked her fingers. She spread her knees further and suddenly started drilling that spot.

Vanessa's eyes rolled back once again, she opened her mouth but no sound came from it. The pleasure she felt was euphoric. Frankie unlocked her hands and cupped her chin. She pulled her head back making her arch deeper while she stared into her eyes. She saw the woman's eyebrows knitted together and her lip between her teeth. “Breathe for me baby.” The woman gasped and moaned breathlessly. Frankie continued to drill into her while the bed squeaked. “That’s it, pretty girl.” She praised and slapped her ass, hard.

“I’m so close! Don’t stop!” She cried out gripping the sheets. “Hold it.” Frankie demanded focusing on chasing her own orgasm. “I can’t Frankie!” Vanessa cried out as a tear fell from her eye. “Relax and breathe baby.” She tried her best to follow her instructions. Frankie’s orgasm drew closer and closer. Vanessa managed to hold out but she was squeezing Frankie in the process.

“Goddammit.” She growled as she felt that familiar knot threatening to unravel. “Let it out baby.” As if on cue she released with a scream. She convulsed rapidly around Frankie’s dick. She laid her head down and continued to moan at this new angle. Frankie started rubbing her clit. Her legs began to shake as she squirted and moaned uncontrollably as she felt her dick twitch inside of her. “I’m cumming!” Frankie’s voice boomed. “Fuckkkk!” She gritted and groaned loudly as her orgasm hit her hard. She pulled out slowly and fell beside her. Vanessa’s body collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion.

Once she caught her breath, Frankie stood and walked to the bathroom and ran a bath for them both. She walked back to the room, picked up Vanessa, and carried her to the bathroom. She gently placed her down in the porcelain tub and sat behind her. They sat in each other's arms caressing one another.

“Do you ever find it crazy how, in certain moments and times we forget that we’re psychopathic killers?” Frankie asked. Vanessa laughed hysterically “I’ve never thought about it like that, that is crazy.” She replied. “You know what else is crazy?” Vanessa asked. “Us?” Frankie replied. Vanessa nodded as they laughed simultaneously.

“I love you, Frankie.”

“I love you, Vanessa.”

They whispered sweet nothings to one another as they relaxed in their bath.

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